He was about 30, tall, slender, neatly trimmed black hair, clean shaven. He would have looked the perfect young executive were he wearing a dark suit and tie. But on this day, a summer Sunday, and in this place, a large market square, he was wearing a black visored cap, wrap-around sunglasses, black T-shirt, very short white shorts (with firm full buns), running shoes and white socks. If you had sharp eyes and were seated on one of the benches in the square, you might have noticed the tip of a cock showing just a tiny bit below the shorts.
He weaved his way through the crowds and found a place on a bench, where he then sat knees apart and watched the crowds. And if you happened to be seated on a facing bench, and if there was a break in the crowds, you'd notice not just the tip but a beautiful full head.
And that is in fact what happened. A short, heavy set man with a round ruddy face, neatly attired in Sunday best, was seated on just such a bench, reading a newspaper, and looking over his paper he caught a glimpse of that cock and felt a stirring in his groin. He continued to pretend to read, waiting eagerly for those periodic breaks in the flow of people, to catch more glimpses and to hope that the object of his study might begin to protrude even more.
The tall man suddenly stood up, and the shorter man also jumped to his feet to pursue him. In moments they were side by side, and the stout man said softly, "Excuse me, sir, I just needed to tell you how much I appreciated that little show back there."
The tall man looked at him cautiously. "Show?" he said, "what show?"
"Oh, forgive me if I have misunderstood your intention, but I think you have a beautiful .... thing,"
The tall man flushed and smiled. "Thank you."
"I'd love to see more of it. Would that be possible, do you think? I live just one block from here and the large brick apartment building. I'd be honored if you would come for tea and let me see the rest."
The tall man hesitated briefly, looked the heavier man over thoughtfully, and said, "Sure, why not."
The apartment door opened into a nicely furnished living room. The stout man walked over to an easy chair and, taking off his jacket, seated himself. He beckoned his guest to a facing chair. The tall man took a seat briefly, his cock emerging in response, and the stout man sucked in his breath. The tall man then stood up and dropped the white shorts to his ankles and kicked them off. His cock by now was rising to full staff, bouncing and throbbing as he flicked his nipples through the T-shirt. Every so often he fondled his cock gently to keep it fully erect. Then he removed his T-shirt, restored his cap, and for the rest of his stay remained nude except for cap, shades, shoes and socks.
The stout man's face grew read and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. "Would you mind," he gasped, "if I took some pictures?"
"If that's what you want, sure" he said.
Licking his lips, the stout man went into another room and returned with a digital camera. Kneeling for close-ups, he took shot after shot of the buttocks, the cock, and several full body shots, with and without T-shirt. "Oh, this is too beautiful," he kept whispering, as if to himself. Like a movie director, but gently, he asked his subject to take different poses, now bent over, now one leg up with balls hanging, buttocks pulled open to reveal the clean puckered hole.
Exhausted at last by the intensity of his experience, the stout man sank once again into his easy chair. Catching his breath he said, "Is there anything I can do for you? I'd love to play with it or even better, take it in my mouth."
"No," said the tall man, "if you did that I'd come."
"Oh, I'd love that," said the other, "I'd love to taste your cum, to swallow it."
"No, you don't understand," said the tall man. "If I come it's all over, this edge, this high. I want to keep riding it, this wave. If I come, I'm wiped out, I'd go into free fall."
The stout man looked puzzled but resigned. "Is there nothing I can do for you?"
"Yes," said the tall man, "you can serve us cups of tea. I'd like to sit here nude with you fully dressed and have a nice cup of tea as if this happened every day."
The stout man reflected for a moment and then went into the kitchen to make the tea. When he returned with the cups, he asked the tall man if he could take pictures of him sitting nude at the table drinking tea. The tall man smiled and readily agreed.
When they had finished their tea, the tall man said he had to go now, but needed to piss. He went into the bathroom, the stout man behind him with his camera, fighting the urge to caress those buns.
"Do it in the sink," he pleaded, and the tall man readily obliged while the camera clicked.
"What are you going to do with all those pictures," the tall man asked.
"Use them on the internet," he said. "I'll send them to other guys to make them horny. I can pretend they're me."
The tall man laughed and then got dressed again, and politely shaking hands, he left the apartment, heading back to the market square. He had more showing to do and the day was still young. Who knows who else might see and appreciate his beautiful cock? Who knows when the wave might break over him? How deep would the sadness be? No matter. Live for now.