Chapter 3
He hasn’t seen me yet, so focused is he on the task at hand. I drink in his nakedness, even noticing the way the hair along his arse crack is wet with perspiration and stuck in short, dark tendrils to his skin. I watch the smooth movement of his muscles beneath the confines of his tanned, olive skin. The way his balls are swinging is mesmerising.
I grip my erection and give it a couple of tugs.
“There you are,” I say finally, smiling as I approach him.
He takes his foot off the brace beam and turns. He smiles at me, his teeth so white and perfect. His brown eyes are warm.
“I can’t deny it,” he says with only a trace of his Brazilian accent.
I walk to him and wrap my arms around his broad shoulders. I press my cock up against his, which although flaccid is still something to behold. It feels soft and fat against the stiffness of my erection. We kiss, briefly, before we break our embrace.
“This is a surprise,” he says, returning to the plough. “Anything the matter?”