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"Monkey Boy" by Night Wolf - CanisNoctis(at)pm.me
Evan couldn't stop staring at the guy. For many reasons.
For one thing, he was sure he'd never seen him here before.
Evan was a regular at this nudist resort and he'd remember a guy like this.
He was ripped. Not body builder ripped but swimmer's build ripped, with a thin frame and strong, sinewy muscles. The guy was clearly an athlete, with warm, golden skin and a smooth body.
Evan watched from across the pool as the handsome, nude man laid back in the lounge chair, sunning himself. At this distance he couldn't tell if the guy shaved his body or was just naturally smooth all over. The guy was fully nude, head to toe, his chest almost completely bare, adorned only by two firm, well- developed pecs, topped by two perfect nipples and a silver pendant that hung between them.
At around 20-years-old he was at least 6- to-8 years younger than Evan.
With such a youthful body it was possible his chest was just naturally smooth, but the crotch...? No post adolescent was that devoid of pubic hair, and that bare, smooth skin below the navel formed a perfect runway to lands Evan's eyes on his fully exposed, fully natural, fully uncut, man-cock.
That was the other thing. There were not a lot of uncircumcised guys here and Evan had a fondness for uncut men.
Those were all good reasons to stare at this golden boy, but they were not the main reason Evan couldn't take his eyes off him.
Evan knew him.
He felt sure of it.
He had seen him someplace before, but where?
It had to be in the textile world as Evan would've remembered those shaved pubes and that lovely, natural manhood. But where did he come from?
'The office,' Evan thought to himself. 'That has to be it. Shit, I bet he's one of those new guys in the mailroom! Damnit!'
Fear of being outed flooded over Evan.
What if this guy said something at work? What if he told other people that he'd run into him here, at a gay men's nudist resort!?
Evan was very much in the closet, both as a nudist and a gay man, and he especially didn't want anyone at the office to know. Back in his mid-teens Evan had experienced a fairly traumatic event when his sexuality had first been discovered. From that point on he had decided it would be best to keep his sexuality as hidden as possible. He wasn't out to the world and probably never would be, too many painful memories, but this guy could blow his cover.
But wait, he can't ... not without outing himself as well, right?
As Evan watched, the handsome man stood up from his lounge chair and stretched. Intentionally or unintentionally, the guy was giving a lovely show of himself.
Golden Boy then strode over to the pool. Even his walk radiated confidence. He was so strong, so fit, good looking and clearly so secure, yet without a trace of arrogance. He seemed comfortable with himself, but not full of himself.
As he turned and dove into the pool, Evan noticed a small rainbow triangle tattooed on his arm.
So, there was that! No way this guy was in the closet. He would have nothing to lose by telling everyone at work Monday he'd see Evan at a gay nudist place.
But was it the office he knew him from? He couldn't be sure, but where else?
He tried not to stare but Evan only occasionally managed to avert his eyes from watching Golden Boy as he swam in the pool. Watching that athletic build Evan tried to convince himself he'd never met this man before. How could he forget a body like that?
Maybe he just reminded him of someone? Or maybe he was someone he'd seen on TV? That was it. Maybe the guy was someone he'd seen in pictures or in a movie or on a show. He had the looks of a model, maybe he was an actor? That would explain it.
And yet, Evan couldn't shake the feeling it was more than that, a feeling fully exacerbated when, after swimming for a few minutes, the guy climbed from the pool. As he got out, his eyes just happened to glance Evan's way, and when he did, he paused and stared at Evan. Their eyes briefly locked before Evan quickly turned away, but there was no mistaking the look on the other man's face. He had recognized Evan, but had that same hint of uncertainty that mirrored Evan's own feelings.
'Damnit,' Evan thought to himself, still looking away. 'He saw me.'
Evan waited a bit, then slowly glanced back over his shoulder.
The guy had moved back beside his lounge chair. Evan looked over just in time to see the man quickly look away, having himself now been caught staring at Evan. The guy looked down to pick up his towel but then, as he started to dry off, once more stole a quick glance Evan's way. It was brief, but he made momentary eye contact once more before looking away.
Now it was Golden Boy who seemed to be consciously avoiding further stares. He laid back down on the pool lounge chair, picked up his phone and began to check things.
Evan turned to face away. He didn't want to keep staring at the guy. Besides, if he DID know him from the office, he didn't want to give the guy more chance to remember him.
"Goddamnit," Evan muttered to himself. Why did this guy have to be someone he knew? Everything about this guy was pushing Evan's buttons, his youthful beauty, smooth skin, athletic build, and lovely cock. He was like Evan's perfect fantasy man, but Evan couldn't risk interacting with someone who might out him.
Evan stole another look over his shoulder, fearful the man would be looking at him again. Instead, he saw he was engaged in conversation with another guy who had come over and was talking to him. The new guy was good-looking, 30- something, with brown hair and a bathing suit on ('why do guys come to a nudist place and keep their clothes on?' Evan wondered yet again) and he seemed to be hitting on Golden Boy.
It looked like he was inviting him someplace and after a moment, Golden Boy seemed to accept the offer.
He stood up again, taking off his necklace and placing it with his other stuff in a bag next to the lounge chair, before picking up his towel and following the guy.
Evan fixated on Golden Boy's lovely, tight ass as the two men headed into the sauna. That explained why he'd removed the pendant; jewelry gets hot in the sauna and can burn if you sit in there too long.
Evan watched the two disappear inside and for a moment considered joining them.
It was a passing thought. Evan was quite familiar with both the dry sauna and the steam room here. Both were dark and private and made for lovely places to make out and mess around.
Evan imagined being in there with them, hidden in a darkness that would allow him to explore that smooth naked body without being seen himself. He'd rub his hands over that chest and feel if there were any hint of stubble or if Golden Boy's muscular chest really was as naturally smooth as it appeared. And those pecs. How he'd love to get his hands on those and see what pleasures he could inflict by stimulating those perky nipples.
And that cock. Damn, that cock!
He imagined how smooth it would be, having that long, soft, tube steak in his hands, to feel it expand, and firm up and become rigid in his grasp. He imagined sliding back the skin to rub his thumb on what would surely be a highly, sensitive cock head. Uncut boys were always sensitive there, that's one reason Evan loved them so much. One of his first experiences had been with his best friend Tyler, back in high school, a very sexy boy who also happened to be uncut. Tyler was straight, but from the time they were boys until around 16 he'd allowed Evan to suck him off. He'd even returned the favor a few times, but his latent heterosexual tendencies prevented him from doing anything more.
Evan used to slide his friend's skin back and slip his dick into his mouth and make little circles with his tongue on the head in ways that caused Tyler to loudly gasp, whimper and moan. That's how he'd come to develop his love for the uncut. Grasping his best friend's lovely cock in his hand as he licked the head and listened to him moan and whimper and pull away because it felt so good he could barely stand it. That had been such a turn on for Evan.
Until they got caught.
Golden Boy had a slight resemblance to his friend, which might be why Evan found him so attractive, but it was definitely not him. His face was completely different, as was his hair color and eye color, not to mention the body, which left the question still hanging: who was he?
Evan continued mulling on that for several minutes before nature required him to make a trip to the restroom.
Even though he was quite comfortable being naked, Evan usually wrapped a towel around his waist when walking about the grounds. He didn't care about being seen naked, he just didn't want someone to think he was so desperate for attention he was intentionally putting himself on display to catch someone's interest.
He wrapped himself modestly and went to the trough urinal, mounted on the outside of the toilet building, a feature Evan loved about this place. He relieved himself, enjoying the view of others doing the same in the process, then headed back to the pool.
He noticed Golden Boy was still not back at his lounge chair and the thought crossed his mind that, if he walked back on other side of the pool, he'd pass by Golden Boy's spot. It didn't make any difference what side he walked past the pool, it was the same distance to his chair, so why not?
Evan allowed his curiosity, more than good manners, to guide his steps.
As he passed the lounge chair he slowed and made it a point to look down at what was there.
A nondescript yellow towel covered the chair. Next to it was a pool bag containing Golden Boy's stuff. There was a classic, Speedo-style swimsuit in there, obviously not getting much use today, and a pair of shorts and shoes to put on when leaving.
And the necklace.
Evan stopped in his tracks when he saw the necklace.
The necklace had a small golden monkey hanging from the chain. He recognized the monkey as being in the style of one from a toy set he'd had years ago.
"Barrel of Monkeys" was a set of plastic monkeys that came, fittingly enough, in a barrel. Each had curved arms that could be linked to create a dangling string. You could make a long rope of hanging monkeys and the fun was always seeing just how many you could do without them falling apart.
But this was a single monkey hanging from the chain as a golden yellow pendent.
Something about that made Evan freeze.
Why did that seem so familiar? Evan felt certain he'd seen this before, but where?
"My god," Golden Boy said. "It really is you, isn't it?"
Evan looked up startled.
There he was, Golden Boy, standing right beside him. He also had a towel wrapped around his waist but aside from that, only sweat covered his body. His skin was glistening with beads of moisture as he'd come from the sauna, but his chest was otherwise completely smooth. There was no stubble. Just golden muscles.
Evan stared into those eyes. He was at a loss for words. That face. Something here he knew. And the voice... It ALMOST sounded familiar.
"I'm sorry," Evan finally said, tentatively, "Do I know you?"
The man slowly smiled and nodded.
"Yeah," he said, finally. "But it's been a while. You're Evan, right?"
Evan stared. Again, he was certain he'd never met this man in his life. There was no way he'd forget him, but there was no shaking the familiarity of both the man and that pendant.
Evan looked down at the bag containing the necklace.
"I've seen this before," Evan said indicating the pendant. "Where do I know this from?"
The man just smiled. "You gave it to me."
Evan stared blankly, unable to process how he could have forgotten such a thing.
The man watched him struggle for a few moments until finally a big, broad smile spread across his face and the handsome stranger saw fit to rescue him.
"I'm monkey boy. Remember?"
"Monkey boy?" Evan wracked his brain. That was so familiar. Monkey boy.... Where did he know that from? Something ... long ago.
The man just grinned.
"Kevin," the man finally said, as Evan stared at him blankly.
"I'm Kevin. Tyler's little brother. Remember?"
Evan's eyes went wide as he suddenly made the long-lost connection.
"Oh my god! Kevy!" he said, shocked. "YOU'RE Kevy?"
Kevin laughed. "No one's called me that for a long time but, yeah."
"MONKEY BOY!" it hit Evan like a slap to the face.
Kevin - Kevy - had been his best friend's little brother. Kevy was just a little squirt back then but he could climb. Boy, could he climb. At parks and playgrounds, he was always climbing trees or playing on the monkey bars. In school, he would always do that peg board thing and the ropes and eventually the climbing walls when they had them. That's why Tyler and Evan and everyone else had taken to calling him Monkey Boy!
It all came rushing back.
As kids Evan and Kevy had not really been all that close. Evan was more than six years older than Kevy so it's not like they were good friends. Nevertheless, on Kevy's 10th birthday he'd gotten him a cheap, faux gold pendant of one of the monkeys from the "barrel of monkeys" game as a joke gift, since they were always calling him Monkey Boy.
It was an utterly forgettable gift, given to a child as a joke more than a decade ago.
"You kept that!?" Evan asked, incredulously.
"I got into competitive climbing and Monkey Boy became my nick-name. It's still what people call me. And you're the one who gave that to me."
Evan tried processing the little boy he remembered, that skinny little kid, that annoying (but cute) little pest who never wanted to leave him alone, mentally comparing him to the ripped, handsome form of the man standing before him.
"My god, look at you. And the monkey. I can't believe you kept that!" he said again.
Kevin nodded.
"It was the only thing I had to remember you by after ... what happened."
Evan's heart sank as he remembered the last time he'd seen Kevin.
It had been the night Tyler's dad walked in on them during a sleepover and caught Evan, at the age of 16, giving his friend Tyler a blow job.
It was the last time he'd ever been allowed in their house.
It didn't help that Tyler's parents were very conservative in their values. There was no way they were going to let a gay boy around their sons, especially after catching him in a sexual act.
Evan had not seen his best friend, and definitely not his little brother, since that night.
The experience had been life changing for Evan and one of the most traumatic moments of his life. He'd tried hard to forget it, put it behind him, but of course, he never could.
Kevin could see how much, even years later, just remembering it was upsetting Evan.
"It's okay," he said, stepping up. He put his arms around him and gave him a hug. "Trust me, things are better now."
Evan felt himself melting into the arms of the strong man he'd only ever known as a child.
"I'm so sorry," Kevin said. "I felt terrible about what happened."
Kevin trailed off as if the experience had been as traumatic for him as for Evan.
Evan hugged him back. "It's okay, it wasn't your fault."
"Actually," he said. "It was my fault."
Evan pulled away. Now it was Kevin who seemed upset.
"It was totally my fault you guys got caught."
"Of course it wasn't. How could it be your fault?" Evan asked.
Kevin struggled. "The night my dad caught you guys ... I was watching you two. Through the doorway. In the hall. I was spying on you as you guys were ... you know."
Evan was honestly startled as Kevin continued.
"I knew what you guys were doing. I'd watched you before. Whenever you'd sleep over, I could hear Tyler, he was always so loud, and when I'd hear that I knew what was happening and I'd sneak into the hall and watch you guys. The truth is ... I had a thing for you back then."
"A thing? You were like ... a little kid!?"
Evan knew Kevy had always liked hanging around him and, actually, he was always hanging ON him. The kid always wanted to be with him, always wanted to wrestle. At the time Evan acted like he was annoyed by it because, well, you know, he was his best friend's little brother. The annoying monkey boy. That's how he was supposed to act toward him, right? But the truth is, Evan liked Kevy too, he just never let it show.
"I know you couldn't stand me," Kevin continued, "but you were my first boy crush," he confessed.
Evan was dumbstruck.
"Dad came into the hallway and saw me there. I was down on my knees, in my underwear, watching you guys, and ... I was rubbing myself, playing with it. And Dad saw me."
"Oh fuck," Evan exclaimed as the image of what had happened became clear.
"That's how Dad caught you guys."
"Oh god, Kevy..."
Now it was Evan's turn to hug Kevin, forgetting for the moment where they were and the fact they were both nearly naked.
"But it's okay," Kevin continued. "That was a long time ago and things have changed. Once I came out to my parents they started to see things differently. And even before I came out ... I thought about you more than you'd know."
"Really?" Evan said, his voice cracking.
"I was just a kid, but I had such a hero worship thing for you. And after what happened, I felt responsible and I thought I'd never see you again, but I never stopped thinking about you."
Evan looked at Kevin and the two men smiled.
"Well, you're definitely not a little kid anymore," Evan said.
"Neither of us are kids anymore," Kevin answered, staring into his eyes.
The two men looked at one another, and without a word both knew what they wanted. Spontaneously, they kissed, and it was warm, sweet, passionate, and long over-due.
It was the last thing between them that would be a long time in coming.
Author: CanisNoctis(at)pm.me