Heaven Tastes Like Peaches

"Throw me a peach," Konrad asked.

Domejczuk gave him the fruit. Skalski held it under his nose, recognizing that he had never smelled anything so pleasant in his life. Sensual euphoria spurted into his mouth as his teeth ripped the velour skin apart.

"See these bushes?" Sławek pointed to the nearby thickets consisting of a few not old birches, rowan and some shrubs not defined at this distance. "The ruins are right there."

"Well hidden!" Skalski almost choked on the flesh. "No tourist would find them here."

"Because we don't have tourists. Anyway, it's not much to look at. Almost all of the building material had been stolen years ago. There is really little left."

How true this is, Konrad found out when they finally achieved their goal. Between the young birches and rowan trees, among the flowering blackberry bushes and aromatic white-pink roses covering the stems bent under their weight, there were several fragments of two corner walls. The corner itself, about a hundred and eighty centimeters high, gave the impression of being painfully eaten by time. At its longer, slightly more than two-meter wall, signs of fire were visible, and its height decreased gradually, as if someone were systematically selecting building materials from it. The shorter one was less than a meter, and only single stones lying here and there showed where it might run.

The place looked very old and abandoned, a sad life that used to go on here and passed into a history forgotten by all, yet incredibly charming and beautiful, romantic and sentimental, colorful and lively thanks to the singing of birds, buzzing insects, blooming wild herbs and flowers .

"This place really is ..." Konrad wanted to share his impressions with Sławek and looked at the boy as he spoke. At that moment, his voice was stuck in his throat, and all he could do was watch.

Sławek stood by the wall and leaned towards him the stalk covered with white-pink flowers. He inclined his head to one of the roses and, closing his eyes, inhaled its fragrance deeply. His very pale hair, waved by the gentle breeze, gleamed in the summer sun like strands of white gold. He looked like a hero out of an old romance or a cute manga for girls - romantic, sexy, alluring, sensual and yet wonderfully innocent. Like the prince of elves in a folk tale, fascinating and fantastic ...

Konrad heard every beat of his heart, so slow, as if time was standing still. As if he was slowing down to hold him in a moment so charming and beautiful that no human imagination could create him.

Then, just as slowly, Sławek turned his head towards him. His eyes shone with the pure innocence of the summer sky.

"I said you wouldn't see much here," he smiled faintly and with such charm that a lightning struck Skalski.

Konrad's heart sped up as suddenly as if it wanted to rip his chest open. Time returned to its normal course and a heat wave hit Skalski. He felt a thirst as if he had been burning by a living fire, but he knew that no water could quench him, for it was a very different kind of thirst. He swallowed hard. He had to do something not to go crazy. He wanted so much to touch Sławek, kiss him, caress him ...

"You know," he said, taking a step closer, "this place is really special. I'm glad we came here. In here is something… magical. I'm surprised no one comes here."

"Sometimes couples in love come ..."

Konrad's heart leapt like crazy.

Was that why Sławek wanted them to come here? Is it possible? Hope comes so easy!

"Sławek ..." Konrad moved closer, definitely violating his private space. Their faces were dangerously close together. "I can't help but think about what happened in the barn."

"In the barn…" Sławek started to look away and his face burned with an attractive blush. "But nothing happened there."

"No?" Konrad shifted a centimeter. Sławek stepped back, but his back met the wall. "Really?"

Skalski raised his left hand and touched Sławek's hair next to his ear. He touched his skin and Domejczuk trembled. Konrad came closer and his lips brushed the strand he was holding.

"What ... What are you doing?" Sławek asked softly, desperately. "Leave it!"

"I'm going to go mad in a moment," Konrad groaned in despair, pressing his lips to Sławek's neck. "I want you so much! God ..."

Sławek stood still, he did not oppose, he did not fight. Whether he expressed consent or was too shocked to react, Skalski did not know. It was important to him not to run away.

"You're so sexy," Konrad said, his voice husky. "God, I've never met anyone as sexy as you."

"What…? What are you…? I…" Sławek's voice broke, hesitant, frightened, wonderfully seductive.

Konrad touched his cheek with his hand, stroked the line of his chin, and unable to fight with himself any longer, he stuck into his mouth.

Sławek groaned in surprise and stiffened. Konrad stuck his tongue out and gently, yet firmly, opened his lips with it. He broke inside, transmitting all his passion, all thirst and hunger to him, and he felt Sławek's resistance slowly subsiding. However, there was no reciprocity. Sławek stood stiffly as if he was unable to cope with reality.

Konrad's heart leapt with anxiety. Did he misread Domejczuk? Was the boy not interested in him at all? Isn't he doing something unforgivable to Sławek?

He was about to pull back when he sensed a shy reaction. He felt Sławek kissing him slowly - shy, inexperienced, uncertain, but so sensual that Konrad's consciousness was blurred.

This delicate reciprocity has emboldened Konrad enough to put his right hand under Sławek's T-shirt. He felt his slender belly tighten at his touch and his body gently pull back. He hesitated for a moment, for a brief fraction of a second, in which he had a fear that if he wasn't firm, Sławek would slip away, but if he was too determined, he would hurt Sławek. So, without breaking the kiss, he carefully moved his hand higher.

Suddenly Sławek tore his face away from him and took a heavy breath. Looking at the ground and pushing him lightly with his hands, he asked:

"What are you…? What are you doing?"

He sounded like a lost child, cute and sweet, deliciously shy.

"I want you," Konrad replied, simply trying to catch his gaze. "From then on, I want you. More and more."

"Me?"

How sweet that question sounded!

"Yes! When I am next to you, when I see you, when I hear you, I feel thirsty. I know we're both guys, I know it might seem weird because I… I never thought of any boy that way. You're the first and… I don't understand it, I'm just crazy with you!"

The thought overwhelmed him. Now, even if he wanted to, he wouldn't be able to help himself. His lips flowed down Sławek's exposed belly and his hands ran over his breasts. He stroked them, caressed them, kissed them, feeling the taut skin tremble under his touch. He could feel his belly ripple. He could hear his breathing faster and faster. He stroked his torso with one hand, with the other he ran down to Sławek's crotch, and he almost jumped with excitement as he felt the hardness…