Michal
The water pounded against Michal’s skin, hot and relentless, but his mind was racing. Thoughts tangled with emotions, and none of it made sense anymore. Daniel. The kiss. The way their bodies had come together—so charged, so real. It wasn’t supposed to feel like this.
He leaned his head against the cool tile, trying to steady his breathing. He had a plan. He was supposed to be in control. But standing here now, the steam swirling around him, Michal felt it slipping away. Was he taking advantage of Daniel? He wasn’t sure anymore. Daniel was so kind, so open, and Michal had been playing his own little game, hadn’t he? He thought he could make Daniel fall for him, perhaps prove to himself that he could. To have a rich, seemingly powerful man in the palm of his hand, bending to his will.
But now, things felt different. Messier. More real. And it scared him.
The plan had seemed simple when he’d first thought of it. Keep things light. Flirt. Tease. Make Daniel want him. But now, with Daniel’s tenderness and his own growing feelings, Michal wasn’t sure if he was the one doing the playing, or if he was being played by his own emotions.
He shook his head, the steam thickening the air around him as he tried to shake off the guilt. He wasn’t sure why it was creeping up on him. Daniel didn’t deserve to be pulled into some game. But maybe this wasn’t a game anymore.
Michal shut off the water and stood there for a moment, letting the cool air from the fan hit his wet skin. His heart was still racing, not just from the intensity of the shower but from everything else too—Daniel, his touch, his warmth.
Michal dried himself off quickly, running a towel over his body before reaching for the fresh pair of white briefs he had grabbed earlier with the soap. He slipped them on, the soft cotton clinging to his skin, feeling the coolness against his flushed body. No shirt this time. He was going to bed with Daniel, after all. And there was something about the intimacy of being bare like this, raw and exposed, that made Michal feel both vulnerable and empowered.
As he stepped out of the bathroom, his bare feet sinking into the soft carpet, Michal took in the room. It smelled of clean linens and faint cologne—Daniel’s presence lingering in the air. The lights were dimmed just right, casting a soft glow over the bed where Daniel lay, his large frame stretched out across the sheets, still damp from the shower. Daniel hadn’t said anything when Michal entered, but his eyes were on him, watching, waiting.
Michal’s pulse quickened again, but this time it wasn’t from confusion or guilt. It was something deeper, more primal, something he wasn’t sure he was ready to admit.
Michal wanted to freeze the moment—let it stretch on forever. The way Daniel looked, so relaxed and open, made him want to both savor the present and wrestle with the confusion that had been creeping into his thoughts. What was happening to him? Why was he losing control? He couldn’t afford to—he had to stay in charge. Yet, looking at Daniel, the idea of control felt distant, unnecessary even. Here, with this man, it was so easy to let go.
“Are you just going to stand there all sexy?” Daniel’s voice broke the silence, soft and playful, pulling Michal back into the present with a gentle chuckle. His smile had that half-crooked charm, a look that seemed effortlessly seductive.
“Haha, no, mister impatient,” Michal replied, but despite the joke, he felt exposed, like Daniel could see through him, see everything he was trying to hide. “I just want to look at you sometimes. I like seeing you like this—so relaxed and happy.” He added, jumping onto the bed with a bit of grace that sent a bounce through the mattress, making Daniel shift, their bodies brushing against each other.
Daniel’s low chuckle reverberated through the air. “Yeah?” His voice was husky, playful, like a slow tease. “Not the waiting part, though,” he laughed again, louder, clearly trying to make Michal smile.
And it worked. Michal’s hands found their way to Daniel’s belly, fingers absentmindedly tracing the outline of his deep, warm belly button, then inserting a finger into the deep, wet hole. His other hand combed gently through Daniel’s hair, smoothing it as though he were preparing him for something—something perfect, something intimate. “You never like to wait,” Michal whispered, trying to inject a bit of dominance into his tone. “But you’ve been a good boy, haven’t you?”
Daniel gave a soft, pleased sound in response. Michal could feel the heat radiating from Daniel’s body, the faint scent of the soap mixing with something distinctly Daniel. His skin seemed to glow in the dim light, his tan deepening the contours of his fat chest and large more muscular arms, while his relaxed expression made him look at ease—handsome, powerful, yet utterly open.
“Should I give you a massage again?” Michal asked, his voice catching slightly as his eyes roamed over Daniel’s body. He sat up, shifting closer to Daniel’s side. Daniel looked so handsome like this, sprawled out and waiting, his broad chest rising and falling rhythmically with his breath. His skin seemed to glisten under the dim lights, his tanned torso still radiating warmth from the shower.
Michal had seen men like Daniel before, but none quite like this. Other men, bigger men, seemed to lose themselves to their size, becoming less sharp, less defined, sloppy even. But not Daniel. There was a ruggedness to him—a handsome, masculine strength that made Michal’s breath falter. Daniel’s body was a complex mix of contradictions, his broad shoulders and muscular legs at odds with his softer belly, but it all worked together in a way that left Michal in awe.
He’d seen pictures of Daniel from his modelling days—leaner, more cut—but the man before him now was something more. His thick dark-blondish beard, trimmed perfectly, was peppered with white, adding to his striking appearance. The same streaks ran through his blond hair, natural highlights that made him look like a character from some heroic tale—strong, invulnerable, almost larger than life. But it wasn’t just Daniel’s appearance that drew Michal in. It was something deeper, something that felt… real.
Michal found himself staring, lost in thought, wondering if this was just a game to Daniel too. Could a man like him—so handsome, so powerful—really be this genuine? Or was this just another part of some unspoken game, the kind of thing a man like Daniel had perfected with other men, leaving them in his wake? Michal didn’t know. And that uncertainty ate at him.
“I’m all yours, Michal,” Daniel said, his voice soft yet unwavering, pulling Michal from his thoughts. His eyes were on Michal, clear and deep, as though he’d sensed Michal’s hesitation and wanted to reassure him. “I’d love a massage. You’re so good at it—where’d you learn that? No one’s that good without serious practice,” he added, his tone kind but flirtatious.
Michal felt a blush rising in his cheeks. “I just like to do it,” he replied with a small smile. “Roll over. I want to start with your back this time.”
Daniel chuckled again and did as he was told, rolling over slowly, his body stretching languidly across the sheets. Michal crossed over him, grabbing the lotion from the nightstand, and as he did, he bent down to press a kiss into the back of Daniel’s damp hair. His lips brushed against the coolness of his scalp, the gesture both tender and instinctual.
“Just relax,” Michal whispered, standing up for a moment to position himself properly. His eyes took in the sight before him—Daniel, completely at ease, arms folded beneath his head. His broad back, tanned and strong, was on full display, his soft belly spreading out, spilling on each side beneath him, creating that perfectly imperfect contrast that made him so undeniably attractive.
The sheets made a soft rustling sound as Michal adjusted himself on the bed, and the light from the bedside lamp flickered slightly, casting a warm glow over Daniel’s body. The faint sound of the wind outside whistled against the window, reminding Michal that the world outside was still there, but in this room, with Daniel, it felt far away.
Daniel’s buttocks, round and pale, stood out against the rest of his tanned body, the only part of him untouched by the sun. Michal smirked to himself. “He must wear a speedo,” he thought. The image made him smile, imagining Daniel on a beach somewhere, owning the world in that effortless way he did.
His hands hovered above Daniel’s back for a moment, taking in the sight of him fully—his muscular legs, his powerful calves, and the way his body seemed to command the space around him. Michal felt a dangerous thrill. He had something special here, something rare, and the thought of Daniel—so strong, so willing to let Michal take control—made his pulse quicken.
Michal warmed the lotion in his hands, just as he had the night before. He didn’t want Daniel rating tonight’s massage any lower after that glowing compliment earlier. Not that it mattered—this one would have a happy ending, he was sure of it—but there was something satisfying in the ritual, in being methodical. “You feel tense here,” Michal murmured, working his hands over Daniel’s broad shoulders. “Bring your hands down. Relax, Daniel,” he added with a commanding whisper, his voice low and soothing.
Daniel chuckled softly but did as he was told. “Mm, yes… that’s better.”
Michal’s own body began to tense as he worked his way down Daniel’s back. His breath quickened, his dick hardening in his briefs, pressing against Daniel’s thigh. Daniel, clearly aware of it, wiggled playfully beneath him, the movement causing friction that sent a shiver through Michal. His heart pounded, his mind clouded with desire.
“Easy there, tiger,” Michal said, drizzling lotion all over Daniel’s pale ass, this time without warming it first, the cool liquid eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Daniel. “Enjoy the massage.”
“Uuuh…mmm,” Daniel gasped as the cool lotion melted across his skin, running down his ass and the sides of his round, inviting buttocks. Michal worked his hands over the soft, plump flesh, teasing him. He could feel Daniel’s growing arousal with each stroke, his body responding eagerly.
The lotion dripped down between Daniel’s cheeks, trickling over his hole and pooling on his balls. Michal’s hands lingered, teasing the rim of the pink, soft opening. He played with it, circling it with firm fingers, his pulse quickening. The desire to enter Daniel surged through him, but he hesitated. He knew Daniel hadn’t prepared for this kind of play tonight—there were rituals, things gay men did to ensure such moments were seamless.
But the sight of that perfect, pink hole—so inviting, so irresistible—made Michal bold. He circled the light fuzzy rim with two fingers, feeling Daniel twitch beneath him, eager. “Can I?” Michal asked, his voice hushed, filled with need.
Daniel’s response was a breathless murmur. “I’m not ready… but I’m not fussy about these things. Do what you want.”
That was all Michal needed. He pressed one finger inside, the warmth surrounding him as Daniel groaned beneath him. His hips shifted, his breath coming faster. Michal’s heart raced as he slipped the finger in deeper, testing the waters, before pulling it out and going for two, using the excess lotion to ease the way.
“Fuck… yes,” Daniel moaned, his words slurring with pleasure. Michal could feel his own arousal dripping into his fresh briefs, leaking from the intensity of the moment. He removed his fingers, his body on autopilot as he slid off his briefs and pressed the head of his throbbing dick against Daniel’s entrance, not pushing in but letting the pressure build.
“You said you’re on Prep, right?” Michal whispered, biting at Daniel’s ear softly. His breath was hot against Daniel’s skin, the words almost a growl. “This, okay?”
Daniel, lost in desire, barely managed a response. “Uh-huh… yeah, go for it.”
Michal pushed in slowly, carefully, the lotion providing enough slickness to make the penetration smooth but tight. Daniel groaned, his body arching beneath him, and Michal couldn’t help but marvel at how tight he was. “You don’t do this often, huh?” Michal murmured, his voice tinged with pride. “I can feel it.”
Daniel let out a deep, guttural moan. His face turned to one side, and Michal leaned forward, meeting his gaze. “Just keep breathing,” Michal whispered as he began to move, slowly at first, then picking up speed as the tension between them built.
“Touch yourself,” Michal commanded, his voice deep and rough. “I want you to cum while I fill you up.”
Daniel barely needed to stroke himself before his body spasmed beneath Michal, his moans filling the room as he came, the pleasure consuming him. Michal’s own release was close, and he thrust deeper, his breath ragged. “Good big boy…” Michal muttered, but his words were lost as his own orgasm hit, his body tensing, releasing into Daniel with a series of deep, satisfying thrusts.
For a moment, they lay there, Michal’s body pressed tightly against Daniel’s, both of them breathing heavily, their skin slick with sweat and lotion. It was an intimacy Michal hadn’t expected a closeness that left him feeling overwhelmed. A tear slipped from his eye, unnoticed until it landed softly on Daniel’s cheek.
“Wow… that was…” Michal trailed off, feeling suddenly exposed. He quickly moved off Daniel, planting a soft kiss on his shoulder before standing up. “I need another shower. I’m dripping sweat.”
Daniel smiled lazily, his voice heavy with exhaustion. “I think we both do.”
They showered again, this time faster, the water washing away the sweat and the mess from before. It was practical but oddly relaxing, and they shared quiet, knowing glances, their hands occasionally brushing against each other’s bodies. Neither felt the need to speak, the weight of the evening settling between them like a comfortable silence.
Back in the bedroom, Michal chuckled as he stripped the duvet cover from the bed. “You made a bit of a mess, mister,” he teased, his voice light as he bundled the soiled sheet into a corner. Daniel stood there, sleepy but content, until Michal beckoned him to lie down.
“We’ll just use this one,” Michal said, pulling the remaining duvet over them both. “You’re so warm, we won’t need much.”
Daniel nodded sleepily, his voice soft and sincere. “I really loved that, Michal.”
Michal smiled, his heart swelling at the sincerity in Daniel’s words. He kissed Daniel’s forehead, letting the warmth between them settle in. “Me too,” Michal whispered, pulling the duvet around them, his arms wrapping protectively around Daniel’s large, soft body.
“Good night, handsome,” Michal said softly, his lips brushing against Daniel’s skin. He held him close, his body pressing against Daniel’s, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as sleep began to claim him. But as Daniel’s breathing slowed, Michal’s heart tightened with guilt. He hadn’t meant for any of this to feel so real, hadn’t expected to feel so much.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered into the darkness, tightening his arms around Daniel’s sleeping form, as though holding him could stop the inevitable. He didn’t want this night to end. He didn’t want to let go.
