Heaven Tastes Like Peaches

Is this first love?

Is it unbearable heart palpitations just thinking about that one particular person?

This previously unknown flame that bursts every cell of the body?

This trembling hands and feet?

This uncertainty?

Is this thirst that cannot be quenched?

And this longing, even when you are right next to someone, because right next to it is still too far? Like in the song his grandfather listened to, "you live too far, Darling, although in the same house..."

Is this first love or just buzzing hormones?

Sławek closed his eyes. He touched Konrad's hand.

"I think I'm in love with you," he whispered.

"WHAT?"

Konrad turned him over on his back and was directly above him. Sławek still did not open his eyes, afraid to see the face hanging over him.

"What…? What did you say?"

"That I think I'm in love with you."

Skalski stepped back. Sławek heard him sitting on the bed. He hadn't expected any reaction, but this one made him feel sad. He wished he hadn't opened his mouth at all...

"You know, I think so too" he heard.

Surprised, Sławek sat down in awe.

Konrad was sitting cross-legged, looking very serious, and looking straight at him.

Neither said anything. They were both too surprised, too shocked at each other's confessions, or more likely their own.

"Why?" Sławek could not stand it and asked the question.

"I don't know. I just like you more than anyone else. You're so sweet, so sensitive and so sexy… Well, that's probably why. And you?"

"I'm also not quite so... When you are next to me, then I... Well, I never wanted with anyone, but with you..."

"Just sex?" Konrad penetrated.

"No! I'm fine without sex too!"

"But better with?"

Sławek swallowed.

"I guess…" he admitted shyly.

But neither made the slightest move. They sat opposite each other, barely seeing each other in the light of the starry night, both suddenly intimidated by the whole situation, trying to digest their confessions. Restrained so much that they are almost paralyzed.

"You don't mind that I'm not a girl?" Sławek asked suddenly.

"No. And you?"

"I don't think I would like you as a girl."

"I you too. It's not that I don't like girls," he added quickly, "but you, it's you. Just like that. Ideal."

As long as nothing cuts wings like unrequited affection, nothing adds to them as well as reciprocity. Sławek vividly saw the scene in which Konrad spoke to him all these beautiful and passionate words. His heart was ready to believe in their truthfulness. He wanted to kiss him, but he was too shy to take the first step. He was not afraid of rejection, it was just difficult for him to come out with the initiative.

Fortunately, Skalski did not have such problems. Daring and bold, even after such a confession, he did not lose his confidence and slowly began to bring his lips closer to him.

One heartbeat, another… Their lips were closer and closer until they met in a timid kiss that grew stronger with each passing moment, driven by the passion of their feelings and desires. Parted lips, the touch of tongues, and a flush of heat that made their hands embrace them. By caressing their lips, caressing their bodies, they made them understand how much they wanted each other and that abstinence was not a good solution at this point.

Sławek gently fell on his back, weighed down by the passionate power of the kiss. Excitedly, he sighed and let Konrad's hand flow down and, plunging into his shorts, embraced his penis. He already knew this delight, waited for it and invited with a moan full of desire.

I really love him, he thought, and his mind flashed like a firework. What could be nicer than to be embraced by a loved one? Their first time, romantic and clumsy, allowed them to break a certain barrier and now, though still slightly embarrassed, Sławek took his shorts off himself and helped Skalski take off his T-shirt. Konrad's skin was taut and hot, moist with slowly condensing sweat.

Like lovers in my sculptures, Sławek thought, and with closed eyes he remembered one of them. Has he always had such desires? Does this mean that he has always wanted to be with a man?

"But you're sexy..." Konrad groaned in disbelief and slowly floated down.

I am?

Sławek spread his legs and pulled up one knee exposing his manhood. Affectionate words and his own desire made him bold. His penis was suddenly in a hot, damp cave where the softness of his tongue enveloped him with unspeakable pleasure.

"If you want, you can in me..."

Konrad released him immediately and eagerly ran towards his ass. They were uncomfortable, however, so he gestured for them to change positions. Sławek understood. He flushed a blush and turned onto his stomach. Embarrassed, he hid his face in the pillow.

I suggested it myself, he whispered in his mind as he felt his buttocks part and the sharp sting of Konrad's tongue touched the sensitive spot between them. He didn't know if it would hurt, but every touch made him tremble, fear and pleasure. When Konrad started to work his way with his finger, he couldn't help but groan.

"Hah..."

"Does it hurt?" He heard a tender question.

"No. It's just a little… weird."

"If you want to stop..."

"Ok, I will tell."

Maybe he would. Part of him dreaded the pain, dreaded the whole situation, but another part, stronger at that moment, wanted to reunite with the one he had bestowed upon his first love.

She came to him suddenly, not at first sight, but developed quickly. According to her laws, he was able to give her everything.

Already the first finger teased and excited him. When the second arrived, he had to bite into the pillow. All his nerves inside and out trembled with excitement. The fingers slipped out and he groaned in disappointment as unfamiliar hides of pleasure began to open up in his body. But then, just then, he felt something bigger and cried out in surprise.

"Should I stop?"

He shook his head.

He will not die of that, he knew it, millions of men in history had had similar sensations and millions of women. It's only the first time, he thought, it hurts only the first time losing your virginity.

Konrad slipped into him slowly and the force of his entrance pressed him against the sheet anyway. With every centimeter Sławek felt that he was sinking deeper and deeper into the mattress, but he gritted his teeth and although tears dripped from his eyes, he knew that he could not give up. He has to survive the first time for all the following to be just a pleasure.

Skalski has reached the end and slowly began to withdraw to push forward again. His movements began to gain smoothness and pace along with the increase in temperature inside Sławek. They weren't violent or harsh so they didn't hurt him, and the discomfort began to give way to slowly increasing pleasure. Sławek groaned and gave up completely. Relaxed, he began to understand why men might want such experiences.

"How… good," he panted.

"Good?"

"Uhm, yeah ... Nice."

He even smiled. And they said the first time was so bad.

Konrad sped up and its size probably grew even larger, pushing Sławek's interior apart. They both lost themselves in pure physical passion.

Sławek's orgasm came earlier, shaking his body. Moments later, Konrad slipped out of him and sprinkled a white stream on his back. Then, exhausted, he fell down beside his lover.

Domejczuk turned to face him. He saw glowing eyes and glistening beads of sweat. He saw the young, beautiful man who had just given him his love and smiled at him gratefully.