***

Fresh air. The rustle of the wind in the withered grass. The grouchy creak of trees falling asleep and the soft splash of water in the lake...

The sounds of nature lulled Toby to sleep like the softest lullaby. And Toby's sleep was warm and very pleasant.

The longing disappeared, a bright joy filled the soul, and something warm was near.

Toby wanted to wrap himself more tightly in that warmth, so he moved closer to the source of it, rolling over onto his side and snuggling into the man's chest.

Herr Dalgaard's strong arm immediately wrapped around him, stroked his back, and Toby sighed, smiling.

It's so good to have dreams like that. Alive, vivid, almost real. And you don't have to be afraid of anything. You can feel, you can even allow yourself a little freedom.

Toby tilted his head back a little and touched his lips to Herr Dalgaard's neck. He burned the man's skin with a kiss and pressed himself against his chest again.

"It's warm," Toby whispered. "Warm and well with you here."

The guy's words echoed an unfamiliar feeling in Bjorn's heart, and he involuntarily clutched the sleeping bag on Toby's back with his fingers.

It's good that there's this barrier between us, otherwise the guy will already «be skewered», Bjorn thought, because the man's interest in Toby was growing by the second.

What's it like to be with someone so pure and tender? What's it like to taste that kind of innocence? Although maybe the guy's not innocent for a long time.

"Toby," Bjorn called softly, stroking the guy's hair without fear that black traces of paint would remain on the palm, "have you been with a man before? I mean for real. Have you had sex with a man?"

The man's question caught Toby off guard, but it didn't frighten him. Herr Dalgaard's interest was understandable. It was like seeing an intricate dish, beautiful and appetizing, and wanting to know what it was made of.

"No," the guy said, "wasn't. It didn't go any further than petting."

Bjorn took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

How much easier it would have been if Toby had already known adult love. And so, it was even scary to touch the guy. After all, Toby could fall in love inadvertently, and then suffer heartache...

The thoughts were still swirling in Bjorn's head, but his body was already acting. He touched Toby's lips with a kiss, and with unexpected delight he felt the guy respond to his kiss with tenderness.

Bjorn pulled away from Toby abruptly and standing up, slapped himself on the cheek with the palm of his hand.

What a moron! What a douche, Bjorn scolded himself. And Toby, too! He doesn't push away, he doesn't scold, he doesn't get angry. He lies and breathes furtively, looking into soul with devoted eyes.

"What are you doing?" the guy asked in surprise when the man hit himself.

Herr Dalgaard's act would have made Toby laugh if it had happened at a different moment and under different circumstances. But when his heart was pounding in his chest, when his groin was throbbing with unbearable desire and his lips were burning and hungry for a kiss, it was no laughing matter.

The man did not answer, and Toby rose. He sat down opposite Herr Dalgaard and looked at his face carefully.

"Kiss me," he either asked or demanded.

Toby didn't care that he could be fired for such behavior. He didn't care that it would end in terrible disappointment and heartbreak. He was willing to take the risk. He was willing to plunge into the boiling tar of his fears. After all, the man was right, better to do and be disappointed than not to do and regret it. Toby didn't want to regret it. And now he realized it very keenly and vividly.

Bjorn obeyed ... He didn't want to, but something in his soul pushed him toward Toby, toward his sweet, soft lips and trembling tongue. To his fragile figure which was easy to pull under him.

And, laying the guy on the sleeping bag, Bjorn leaned on top of him.

"Toby," the man whispered, biting the boy's lip where the metal bead was inserted, "stop me. I'm very curious, and that's my trouble. And yours. I don't want to get your hopes up, I don't want to hurt you."

Toby knew what Herr Dalgaard was talking about. He understood perfectly well, but he didn't want it to end as quickly as it had begun. And let it be embarrassing later. It might even be painful and embarrassing. But it would be later. It would be "later" so far away that it was hard to imagine. And now... Right now, they both wanted the same thing. Even if in different ways, but still.

"I don't want to stop you or myself," the guy confessed softly, hugging the man's neck and touching his lips with his own. "I do not want."

A muffled moan escaped Bjorn's lips and he held the guy to him for a moment, just hugging him and giving himself a moment to cool down a bit.

The best way to cool off would have been with the water, which wasn't too far away. He could have stood up, walked to the shore, and plunged into the coolness. But the man chose to dive into the fire instead.

Bjorn pushed long blond bangs from Toby's forehead and kissed him on the temple, taking deep breaths to calm the passion that was too hot.

Toby gently ran his fingers through the man's hair, and Bjorn drew the guy's hand to his lips and kissed the guy's fingers.

"Toby, you smell so sweet..." Bjorn whispered, covering the guy's warm palm with kisses, and then returning it to his own nape.

His groin nagged unbearably, and the man pressed his horny dick into Toby's lean, bony thigh. It was a very desirable thigh, though. Tantalizing, like everything about the fragile guy.

At the same time, the man felt like a clumsy bear, which, having got the prey in its paws, does not know from which side to approach it.

The man's frank movements were embarrassing and disturbing to Toby. The hot lips of Herr Dalgaard were exploring his face, and his strong hand was crushing the thin skin on his thigh through his jeans. And how much he was willing to pull off all those rags, how much he was willing to feel the man's heat on his bare skin.

Toby reached for the edge of Herr Dalgaard's sweater and ran his hands under his clothes, crushing the incredibly hot skin with his fingers and thrusting his hips upward to increase the pressure on his aroused groin.

"Easy, Toby, or it's gonna end up badly for you..." Bjorn whispered, his tongue exploring the neat ear adorned with cloves and rings.

Toby shuddered, and the man picked him up under buttocks and held him close, sliding lips from his ear to his chin and then to his neck.

It was incredibly difficult to control himself. Toby's scent was intoxicatingly sweet, and Bjorn pulled sweater and T-shirt off the guy's lean torso.

It was dark and incredibly hot in the tent. But Bjorn, just like Toby, was trembling slightly.

The man closed his eyes and caressed the guy's chest and stomach for a few minutes, arousing him and calming himself. And then he leaned over to the small nipple and caught it with his lips, finding there a pleasant surprise in the form of a small metal ring, which the man immediately grabbed with his teeth and gently pulled up, causing Toby to bend at the waist.

A slight pain passed through the guy's body, replaced by incredible pleasure when the man's tongue gently touched the nipple, as if apologizing for the discomfort caused. Arousal darkened his eyes, and Toby felt his groin give way with pleasure, and his pants were getting wet. Shame spread over his face with a bright blush, and a sweet moan escaped from his lips.

"I'm sorry," the guy whispered, panting and shuddering, and covered his face with his hands. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... So fast..."

"It's okay, Toby..." Bjorn exhaled hoarsely, continuing to kiss the guy and unbutton his pants in order to get to the desired, hot and probably very tight place as soon as possible.

It was good that he had already experience in such sex before. And although Toby was clearly not a girl, the principle of operation remained unchanged.

"Just don't be afraid," Bjorn whispered, turning the guy onto his stomach and kissing him between the shoulder blades. "I know how to do it."

The man spat on his fingers and began caressing the guy between the buttocks. Toby bent and twisted like a snake, trying to either slip away or, on the contrary, enhance the sensations. But Bjorn, covering him with his body like a shell, didn't let the guy escape, and continued to caress him, kissing him on the shoulder, then on the ear, then on the cheekbone when Toby turned his face to him.

Bjorn's penis swelled in his pants, throbbed, demanding freedom, and the man poked his groin into the guy's bare buttocks, rubbing against them and enjoying the exciting sensations.

Toby froze. Just like a small animal freezes in the face of imminent danger from a predator. It freezes and prays to its gods, asking them to protect it, to keep it safe.

But Toby didn't want protection. Yes, he was scared, but the predator that caused this feeling in his soul was desirable. And so as not to mislead the man, the guy tried to relax.

If Herr Dalgaard knows... If he can... Then just have to trust him. Trust him and let yourself go.

"I'm not afraid..." Toby said quietly, more to reassure himself. "I'm not afraid. You can... If you want, you can."

"I want to, Toby... I really want to..." said Bjorn in a hoarse, broken voice, unbuttoning his jeans and releasing his penis.

The erect organ lay in the man's palm and secreted lubricant, preparing to attack. He knew what awaited him and pulsed demandingly, anticipating the tight heat into which he would soon be sinking.

However, Bjorn was in no hurry, and in expectation of intercourse continued to caress the guy. Toby, in response to the man's actions, seductively wiggled his ass, and Bjorn's eyes went dark with excitement. He took his fingers away from the guy's anus and put the wet head of his cock against it, regretfully realizing that he would hurt Toby.

And, to distract the guy a little, Bjorn asked quietly:

"You really fell in love with me, didn't you? But you're afraid to admit it."

Toby trembled all over, feeling the man's hot cock against his anus, and he moved back a little, as if he wanted to get on the impressive organ as quickly as possible.

"I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose," he whispered and squeezed his eyes shut, somehow expecting the man to immediately stop after these words and leave him alone.

"Yeah, right, falling in love on purpose is the highest sign of masochism," Bjorn sighed, penetrating the guy by some pathetic millimeter. "It's good that you give yourself not out of desperation, but because you love. Toby... You're a good guy... and so sweet... Toby...

The man pushed forward, filling the tight passage, and froze, supporting the trembling guy under his chest.

Toby tensed like a string. He clenched on Bjorn's cock so hard that it seemed he could break it. And breathing hard and fast.

Toby's young heart was jumping like a rabbit in his chest. The guy was whispering something unintelligible, but incredibly charming. And it was making Bjorn captivated.

"Next time I'll take you from the front," Bjorn whispered, caressing Toby's flaccid penis, noting that he felt no discomfort or disgust at his actions. "I want to look at you. I want your sweet lips. I want to kiss them..."

A sharp pain shot through Toby, but he didn't even let out a peep. Just bit his lips and almost chewed out the piercing. And when the man was fully inside him and froze, the guy mumbled some unbelievable but sincere nonsense.

In gentle hugs and caressing touch, the pain disappeared, melted away, leaving no trace behind. Toby's cock was filling with strength in the man's skillful fingers. And only one thought was throbbing in his head: "Next time I'll take you from the front."

So there will be a next time. So there will be something else.

Toby's heart was racing in his chest. His soul yearned to break free. The soul wanted to touch Herr Dalgaard's heart, but it could not yet find its way out of the cage of his body.

Inspired by happiness, Toby decided to make sure that the man, having tasted his love, no longer wanted to give up this delicacy. And therefore, despite the unpleasant sensations and throbbing pain, he raised himself slightly on his elbows and began to move slowly, pulling away and impaling on the man again, while bending strongly in the lower back so that Herr Dalgaard's penis entered him as deeply as possible.

Bjorn, whose eyes swam from these actions, put his hand on the guy's back and felt a scattering of prickly goosebumps on his skin.

Not wanting to wait any longer, the man seized the initiative and pushed forward, spreading Toby on the sleeping bag and covering him with himself.

Squeezing the guy's hand, Bjorn couldn't hold back any longer, and quickened his pace, almost going mad with desire.

Toby groaned, stuck out his ass harder, allowing Bjorn to penetrate deeper, and then again he squeaked plaintively and tensed, cumming a second time.

"You're delightful..." the man wheezed, mindlessly hammering into the guy. "You're my sweet delight.... Toby."

Bjorn cummed very violently. He didn't even get his dick out of the guy. And he didn't want to. What for? After all, it was so hot inside Toby, so tight and sweet that Bjorn wanted to stay in him forever.

The first sex in Toby's life turned out to be unexpected, fast-paced and incredibly hot. The guy's anus was on fire. The man didn't coddle him and took him the way he probably would have taken someone with a lot of experience. Because of this, Toby felt a bit awkward. Herr Dalgaard, most likely, would like something more refined and frank, rather than fucking the «log» spread out under him.

And yet the man enjoyed it. Shuddering and splattering his sperm on the sleeping bag, Toby felt the man's penis getting bigger inside him, began to throb and fill him with his hot cum.

And when Herr Dalgaard fell on top of Toby, still slowly moving his hips to heighten his sensations, the guy said quietly:

"Next time... If you want me to, next time I'll make it very pleasant for you. I'll try, really."

Bjorn kissed the guy's sweaty cheek.

"The next time won't be soon. It's probably going to hurt you to walk. Now lie still..."

Bjorn carefully got up from Toby and laughed, lightly biting the guy's shoulder.

He got what he wanted. But, here's the oddity, it seems he wanted more.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow, okay? You'd better rest now. It would be nice to wash up, but there is no shower here. I'm sorry I came inside you. I couldn't help myself."

"We could heat water from the lake," the guy suggested lazily, still lying on his stomach with his hands under his head. "Or we could take a dip in the lake. The water is cold, of course, but I'm used to it. And... you have nothing to apologize for. I wanted this. I wanted you so badly. I'm glad you didn't scorn an aphid like me."

"I wanted it too, but I was afraid to hurt you," the man said thoughtfully, and knelt to button his pants. "Because if I never fall in love with you, you'll think it's a game. But it's not a game. It's you I want right now. And I never make plans for the future."

The man's words not only warmed Toby's heart, but also encouraged his soul.

"Thank you for being honest with me," the guy said, feeling sleep wrap its soft plaid around his consciousness. "Thank you for not lying."

Bjorn just smiled, deciding not to bother the guy for the sake of a dubious swim in cold water. And, covering Toby with a thin blanket, lay down next to him.

***

A sound dreamless sleep was replaced by a heavy awakening.

It was cold and damp in the tent. The humid lake filled Toby's lungs and billowed out of the guy's mouth in translucent clouds of vapor.

His head hurt, but his ass hurt even more. At first, Toby did not understand why, but the events of last night, which surfaced in his memory, quickly put everything in its place.

Toby suddenly felt painfully ashamed of his own behavior. The heat of awkwardness and embarrassment spilled over his body, making his heart pound like a blacksmith's hammer in his chest. The guy stirred, turning over on his side, and only miraculously restrained a painful moan.

What has he done? What to do now? How to look into the eyes of Herr Dalgaard? And what will the man think of him now? That he's some kind of whore with her legs spread in front of the first dick she sees?

God! How embarrassing!

Toby opened his eyes and his gaze fell on the man sleeping next to him.

It got really lousy. The embarrassment made him want to throw himself out of the tent and drown himself in the lake. But this thought quickly disappeared as soon as the guy thought about the promised «next time».

However, it would not hurt to go to the lake. At least to wash up and put yourself in order. Nevertheless, the man had cum inside him, and now the sperm was drying on Toby's thighs, causing the guy a lot of inconvenience.

Quietly getting out of the sleeping bag, Toby pulled on his underwear and, taking jeans and sneakers with him, headed for the exit. And after a few moments of rustling and fumbling, he was outside.

The cold air cooled Toby's burning face and sent a fine, prickly shiver down his naked legs. His underpants immediately became wet with sperm, and Toby almost ran to the water, pulling off his sweater and T-shirt as he went. Throwing his things on the shore, he quickly ran into the water and cursed through his teeth as the icy water took him in its arms.

Drops as sharp as broken glass bit into the skin. The right leg cramped, and the penis from such stress set out to hide in the scrotum as if it had never been there.

At the risk of biting his tongue with his uncontrollably clacking teeth, Toby took a few dips and began to wash himself. And only after he washed off all of Herr Dalgaard's sperm, the guy flew out of the water like a bullet.

After getting dressed, he returned to the tent and, pouring charcoal on the grill, started the fire.

Soon he felt warmer. His fingers no longer curled from the cold, and his body no longer shuddered in convulsive fits.

Approaching the grill, Toby sat down on the ground, but immediately groaned and grimaced, realizing that he wouldn't be able to sit properly for another week.

The thought brought a smile to his lips, and he stretched his hands toward the fire.

The main thing now was not to panic. Herr Dalgaard will wake up and everything will be clear. But Toby didn't know how not to go mad with excitement before the man awoke. And in order to occupy his thoughts with at least something, he began to replay in his head all sorts of scenarios for the development of events, which only his imagination was enough for.

Bjorn was woken up by the birds.

The brats chattered, greeting the morning, and sang in different ways, welcoming the warm for these places autumn, the rising sun and the pathetic people who do not appreciate the beauty surrounding them.

Yawning sleepily, the man turned around in his sleeping bag, and only after a few moments realized that something was missing nearby. Or rather, someone.

Toby, having woken up earlier, had gone somewhere.

Perhaps to admire the sunrise. Perhaps to relieve himself. Or just to get some air.

In any case, Bjorn decided to follow his example.

Of course, it's good to rest, but business won't wait either.

He had yet to find a partner for the charity reception scheduled for tonight, to which he had been invited. And although he was terribly reluctant to return to the city, the man forced himself to get up and go out into the cool morning air.

Toby was sitting by the fire and looked very... cozy. He looked like a cute little white-haired kitten with a sleepy face and a red nose from the cold.

"Good morning," the man said, approaching the guy and sitting down across from him. "How did you sleep?"

Toby blushed deeply and mumbled something unintelligible in response, without looking up at the man.

Bjorn smiled. He guessed that the guy was embarrassed because of the night's adventure, so he didn't emphasize it.

"I'm sorry, but we have to get ready to go home," he said. "I'm invited to a banquet this evening. However, if you want, we can come here again in a couple of weeks."

Toby froze.

He didn't want to leave. But the man had his own life and his own plans, and he just had to put up with it.

Besides, most likely, for Herr Dalgaard, he was just an interesting adventure, which the man would forget very soon.

The thoughts swarmed in Toby's head, knocking each other over. And resentment, though the guy tried to hide it, was eating away at his heart.

But there wasn't much choice. And the guy, without saying a word, went into the tent to pack his things.

Toby looked downcast and confused, and Bjorn didn't like that at all.

Bjorn had no illusions about himself. He was a rare asshole, and often left his bedroom partners in the dark about their future relationships. But the man didn't want to offend Toby. The guy was unselfish, and did not get into Bjorn's underpants on his own initiative, though he probably secretly dreamed about it.

And so the man got up and followed the guy.

Looking into the tent where Toby was rolling his sleeping bag into a tight roll, Bjorn said:

"Leave it. I rented a tent. It'll be cleaned up when we leave."

"Uh-huh," the guy managed to squeeze out, leaving the sleeping bag alone and now not knowing what to do with his hands and where to look.

He had no idea how to behave. He had no idea what he should say or do. And the man behaved as if nothing had happened and, it seems, was not going to help Toby at all with the uncertainty and confusion that gripped him.

"Then... um... then we should maybe put out the fire and go," he asked hesitantly, burning his palms with his gaze. "You're in a hurry, right?"

"There's still time," Bjorn replied, and caught the guy by the arm. "Toby, are you afraid of me?" he asked, noticing a strange shadow on the guy's face.

"Afraid?" Toby looked at the man in surprise and immediately looked away, smiling sheepishly. "No. I'm not afraid. I just... I'm embarrassed."

"Embarrassing?" Bjorn had to stifle a laugh. "We were just having sex, what's so embarrassing about that? All adults do this. You didn't like it?"

The guy quickly shook his head and blushed even more.

"So, I was feeling good too, which means everything is fine."

Despite the encouraging words, Toby still felt insecure.

"Was it really good for you?" he asked incredulously.

"Really," Bjorn admitted seriously. "So don't bother, okay?"

Toby nodded, but his doubts didn't go away.

If it was «good», then why is Herr Dalgaard in such a hurry to leave? Where did the banquet come from all of a sudden? Was he invited there by pigeon mail at night?

Not knowing what else to say, the guy pursed his lips and, getting out of the tent, walked dejectedly to the car.

Bjorn frowned. He didn't like Toby's mood. The last thing he wanted was for the guy to be hurt because of him.

But it seems Toby was offended anyway.

However, right now the man really didn't have time to deal with the problem.

Later, they will definitely talk and find a solution together.

In the meantime, it was necessary to return to the city.

***

They drove home in almost absolute silence. Toby answered a few neutral questions in monosyllables and dozed off. Bjorn did not bother him and turned on the radio quietly.

The road and the music were conducive to reflection, but the man chased the unwanted thoughts away. He didn't want to think about anything now. They had fun, and that's fine. And what happens next, time will tell.

After dropping Toby off at home, Bjorn hurried to his place to take a shower and change clothes. And when he was standing under the hot jets of water, suddenly he remembered the guy, and a sharp shiver of excitement swept through his body.

A nervous chuckle escaped Bjorn's lips, but the inappropriate amusement quickly passed.

He had been in similar situations before. He had been attracted to certain people before. And even though everything ended in nothing, it seemed that with Toby everything would be different. No, Bjorn wasn't going to get attached or fall in love. He just wanted things to work out for Toby. And to do that, he had to convince him that he wasn't a freak and he wasn't sick. And that his orientation is not yet a verdict but an opportunity to live the way he wants, without looking back at others.

***

For the two remaining weekends, Toby almost didn't get out of bed.

No, he didn't get sick or depressed. He was just being lazy and magnanimously letting his ass get back to normal.

But by Monday morning, he was panicking again

He hid behind his black bangs and a ton of makeup again to hide from others what happened at the lake.

This secret was only for him, and no one else's business.

People are envious. They don't like other people's happiness. They hate other people's joy. And Toby wanted to protect his fragile sandcastles from the merciless waters of other people's negativity.