Chapter 4: Beach Boys
Stat Pages:
Arnold: 6’5, 8”, 55 muscle 270lbs
Brown: 6’4, 10”, 48 muscle, 220 lbs
Charlie: 6’0, 7” , 30 muscle, 170 lbs
Pietro: 6’2, 10”, 40 muscle, 190 lbs
Kiernan: 6’3, 8”, 53 muscle, 250lbs
Benji sighed, feeling a strange mix of relief and unease. He wasn't quite sure how to feel about what had happened last night, but he knew that he needed some time to think. He turned to leave the beach, but before he could take a step, a familiar voice called out to him.
"Hey, Benji! Mind if we join you?"
Benji turned to see Pietro and Charlie approaching him, their bodies glistening with sweat and sand. Pietro was taller than Charlie, his muscular frame accentuated by the sunlight, while Charlie was leaner, his muscles more defined but less bulky. They both were wearing tight little speedos. Charlie’s accentuated his thin waist and it looked like he was packing a good amount. Pietros speedo was filled to the brim with his new massive cock. It bounced up and down as he ran.
"Sure.." Benji answered, forcing a smile. He couldn't help but glance at Pietro's speedo, filled to the brim with his new massive cock. He had grown 4 inches using his points.
"You look like you could use some company," Pietro said, his voice laced with concern. "You've been out here by yourself for hours."
Benji shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. "Just trying to clear my head. I had... a bit of an eventful night."
Charlie nodded in understanding, his green eyes scanning Benji's face.
"Yeah, well then, good thing we're here," he said, flashing a reassuring smile. "We can distract you."
Pietro agreed, his deep voice resonating with concern. "That's right. And we’re here to have fun, let’s get in the water!".
Charlie put an arm around Benji's shoulders, giving him a comforting squeeze.
"Come on, buddy. Let's forget about last night and just have some fun. What do you say?"
Benji hesitated for a moment, glancing back at the two towering figures. He knew he should be careful, but there was something about Charlie and Pietro's easy smiles and genuine concern that put him at ease.
"Yeah, okay," he agreed, returning their smiles. "Let's do it."
Pietro clapped his hands together, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Alright, let's hit the surf! Last one in the water's a rotten egg!" he shouted, taking off towards the water like a shot.
“Wait!” Benji looked at Charlie, who flashed him a reassuring smile. "He's always been competitive. Come on, let's go. But first, can you sunblock me?" Pietro asked, stopping in his tracks and turning to Benji. His tan skin glistened with sweat under the tropical sun, and Benji could see the defined muscles of his back rippling as he moved. Benji hesitated for a moment, taken aback by the request. But he quickly regained his composure and nodded, reaching for the sunblock in his bag. "Of course," he replied, pulling out the sunscreen and shaking the bottle. "Turn around and lift your arms," he instructed, trying to keep his voice steady and calm. Pietro did as he was told, his massive muscles flexing as he lifted his arms.
Benji started rubbing sunscreen on Pietro's back, his hands tentatively exploring the hard planes and ridges of Pietro's body. He could feel the heat radiating from Pietro's skin, could see the definition of his muscles as they shifted under his touch. Pietro let out a low groan, a sound of pure pleasure. "Mmm, that feels good," he murmured. "You're good at this."
Benji blushed, his hands still moving over Pietro's back. "Thanks," he muttered, not quite sure what to say. He hadn't expected Pietro to react like this, hadn't expected his touch to have such an effect. He shuffled a little closer to Pietro, trying to get a better angle. His hand brushed against Pietro's side, and he could feel the heat of Pietro's body through the thin fabric of his Speedo.
Pietro turned to him, his deep blue eyes meeting Benji's gaze. "What about my front?" he asked, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You don't want me to get sunburnt, do you?"
Benji's cheeks flushed at the implied intimacy of the request. He hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, of course," he muttered, trying to keep his voice steady. He stepped around Pietro, his heart pounding in his chest as he prepared to do something he had never done before. He lifted the bottle of sunscreen, squeezing a generous amount onto his palm. He looked at Pietro, his gaze tracing the defined lines of his chest, the firmness of his abs, and the bulge in his Speedo. Pietro's smirk widened, as if he could sense Benji's discomfort.
"Don't be shy, Benji. I won't bite--much," he added with a wink.
Benji took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to do. He had never touched another man like this before, let alone one who was practically a stranger. But something about Pietro's playful teasing made him want to prove that he could handle it.
He started rubbing sunscreen onto Pietro's chest, his hands tentatively exploring the firm planes and ridges of his body. Pietro's muscles were like steel beneath his fingertips, and he could feel the heat radiating from his skin.
Benji's breath hitched as he took in the sight of Pietro's body, the defined lines of his chest and abs, the firmness of his pecs. He could see the dark hairs scattering from Pietro's belly button the way they trailed down and disappeared beneath the waistband of his Speedo. He could feel the heat emanating from Pietro's body, the firmness of his muscles shifting under his touch. "Mmm, just like that," he murmured, his voice a low rumble.
Benji's hands trembled slightly as he smoothed the sunscreen over Pietro's chest, trying to ignore the way his own breath hitched in his chest. He could feel the firmness of Pietro's pecs under his palms, the way they shifted and flexed with every breath Pietro took. He could also feel the heat radiating from Pietro's skin, the way it seemed to scorch his own, leaving his fingertips tingling.
"You're doing great, Benji," Pietro encouraged, his voice a deep purr that sent shivers down Benji's spine.
"Don't be afraid to explore."
Benji swallowed hard, trying to maintain a steady grip on the sunscreen bottle. He moved his hands lower, spreading the lotion over Pietro's washboard abs, marveling at the definition and the way the muscles contracted under his touch.
Charlie, who had been watching the scene unfold with interest, stepped closer. "Mind if I go next?" he asked, his green eyes twinkling with mischief.
Benji hesitated for a moment, looking up at Charlie with wide eyes.
"Uh, sure," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
He stepped back, allowing Charlie to spread his arms and prepare for the sunscreen.
Benji's hands were still trembling slightly from the intimate encounter with Pietro. He tried to ignore the fluttering in his stomach as Charlie's eyes met his, a smirk playing on his lips.
"You know, Benji," Charlie began, his voice laced with a playful tease, "Pietro wasn't kidding when he said we're here to have fun. And part of that fun is getting to know each other… really well."
Benji gulped, feeling the color rise in his cheeks once more. He had a feeling he knew where this was going, and he wasn't sure how to feel about it.
On one hand, he was both intrigued and excited by the idea of getting to know the bachelors better, but on the other hand, he was still reeling from his encounter with Arnold the night before. Not to mention the fact that he had never even kissed a guy, let alone done anything more intimate with one.
Charlie saw the uncertainty in Benji's eyes and took a step closer, his green eyes locked onto Benji's. "Relax, Benji. We're not going to do anything you don't want to do. We just want to have some fun and get to know you better.
Isn't that what you're here for too?" Charlie's voice was warm and soothing, and Benji could see the genuine concern in his eyes.
Benji hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with thoughts and feelings he wasn't sure how to process. He knew that he was attracted to these men, to their muscular bodies and confident personalities, but he also knew that he was in way over his head. He wasn't sure how to handle the situation, or what he even wanted to do.
But as he looked into Charlie's eyes, he saw the kindness and understanding behind them, and he knew that he could trust him.
He took a deep breath and nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, I guess you're right," he said, his voice soft and tentative. "I am here to have some fun and get to know you guys better."
Charlie smiled, his green eyes crinkling at the corners. "That's the spirit!" he exclaimed, clapping Benji on the back. "Now, come on, let's get you all lotioned up. You don't want to get fried out here in the sun, do you?"
Benji laughed, the tension in his shoulders easing as he relaxed into the moment. "No, I definitely don't," he said, pulling the sunscreen out of his bag and squeezing a generous amount into his palm. He looked up at Charlie, his heart pounding in his chest as he lifted his hand to Charlie's chest.
He hesitated before touching him, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through his veins. Charlie watched him, a smirk playing on his lips as he waited for Benji to make the first move.
Benji decided to go for the literal plunge. He took a deep breath and rubbed the sunscreen onto Charlie's chest, starting from his sternum and moving upwards. Charlie's muscles were firm and defined, and Benji could feel the heat radiating from his skin. He marveled at the sculpted lines of Charlie's body, the way his abs seemed to be carved from stone.
Benji took his time, exploring every inch of Charlie's torso, his fingers tracing the ridges and valleys of his muscles. He could feel the heat of Charlie's body, the firmness of his skin, and it sent shivers down his spine.
Charlie let out a low groan, a sound of pure pleasure. "Mmm, that feels good, Benji," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "You've got talented hands."
Benji blushed at the compliment, his cheeks flushing with heat. He felt a surge of confidence, his touch growing bolder and more sure.
Just as he was spreading the sunscreen over Charlie's broad shoulders, he felt a sudden pressure against his back. Pietro had stepped up behind him, his large hands covering Benji's own. He guided Benji's movements, showing him how to rub the sunscreen into Charlie's skin with slow, deliberate strokes. Benji could feel the heat of Pietro's body through his thin Speedo, and the unmistakable press of his massive cock against Benji's ass. It sent a jolt of desire and fear coursing through him.
"Like this," Pietro murmured in his ear, his voice a low rumble that resonated through Benji's body. "You want to make sure you get every inch of him."
Benji swallowed hard, his breath coming in short gasps.
He could feel Pietro's hot, bare skin against his own, the firm muscles shifting as Pietro molded Benji's hands to Charlie's body. The heat of Pietro's cock burned through the thin fabric of his Speedo, pressing insistently against Benji's ass. He squirmed slightly, trying to ignore the growing desire and panic within him. He was aroused, he couldn't deny it, but he was also scared and unsure.
"I-I don't know if I can do this," Benji stammered, his voice barely audible as he fought to maintain his composure. He could feel Pietro's breath on his neck, warm and moist, as the larger man leaned in closer.
"Shh, it's okay, Benji," Pietro murmured, his voice soothing yet commanding. "Just relax.
It's your turn now, Benji," Pietro said, his voice a low murmur against Benji's ear. Charlie stepped back, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Your turn to get all oiled up," he added, his green eyes sparkling with amusement. Benji's heart pounded in his chest as he felt Pietro and Charlie's hands on him, gently guiding him to turn around. He swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of nerves and excitement coursing through his veins. Pietro's large, tanned hands began to apply the sunscreen to Benji's back, the touch firm and sure. Benji could feel the heat of Pietro's skin through the fabric of his swim trunks, and the sensation sent shivers down his spine.
His cheeks flushed a deep crimson as Pietro's hands massaged the sunscreen into his back, his strong fingers tracing the line of Benji's spine and the curve of his shoulders. He could feel the firm pressure of Pietro's touch, the way his large hands seemed to know exactly where to apply the lotion. It was a strange and exhilarating sensation, one that made Benji's breath hitch slightly in his chest. He tried to focus on the feeling, the way Pietro's hands seemed to command his body, but his mind was racing with a million different thoughts and feelings. It was all so overwhelming, and yet, at the same time, it was incredibly thrilling. Benji had never experienced anything like this before, and he wasn't sure how to handle it.
Pietro's large, strong hands moved lower, gently massaging the sunscreen into the curve of Benji's lower back and the top of his buttocks. Benji gasped slightly at the unexpected contact, his body tensing involuntarily. But Pietro just chuckled softly, his deep voice low and reassuring. "Relax, Benji," he murmured. "We're just having some fun, remember?"
But before Benji could fully process Pietro's words, he felt another pair of hands on his body. Charlie had joined in, his long, slender fingers rubbing sunscreen onto Benji's waist and inner thighs. Benji's breath hitched in his throat as he felt Charlie's touch, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through his body.
He was already on edge from Pietro's firm massage, and the added stimulation of Charlie's hands sent him spiraling. Pietro's hands moved lower, his strong fingers sliding beneath the waistband of Benji's swim trunks, brushing against the sensitive skin of his hips. Benji's eyes widened in shock, his body tensing with a mix of fear and arousal.
"Hey, easy there, Benji," Charlie said, his voice soothing as he noticed Benji's reaction.
Benji's mind was racing, trying to process the intense sensations coursing through his body. He had never experienced anything like this before, and he wasn't sure how to handle it. He knew he should probably say something, put a stop to what was happening, but the words wouldn't come.
He was paralyzed, caught between the desire coursing through his veins and the fear gripping his heart.
Pietro's hands pressed further, his fingers tracing the curve of Benji's ass, his thumb brushing against the sensitive skin at the base of his spine. Benji bit his lip, a soft gasp escaping him as lightning bolts of pleasure shot through his body.
Charlie's fingers were tracing the lines of Benji's inner thighs, inching ever closer to the center of him.
Benji could feel the heat of Charlie's body just inches away from his own, and he could see the hunger in Charlie's eyes as he watched Benji's reaction.
"Guys, wait," Benji finally managed to stammer, his voice barely above a whisper. "I-I think this is good."
Pietro and Charlie exchanged a glance, and instantly, their hands stopped moving. Pietro's brows furrowed with concern, and he immediately pulled his hands away from Benji's body.
"Awesome, we’re ready to swim.” Said Pietro as he slapped Benjis ass.
”Yeah, let's go.” Charlie agreed, his green eyes twinkling with mischief.
Benji took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves as he stepped towards the water. Pietro and Charlie followed closely behind, their large muscular bodies casting long shadows over the sand.
”Last one in is a rotten egg!” Pietro shouted, his deep voice echoing across the beach.
Benji hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. He was usually a confident swimmer, but with the two towering bachelors beside him, he suddenly felt self-conscious.
He was much smaller than them, and the thought of splashing in the waves with their muscled bodies gave him a raging boner that he was unsuccessfully hiding in the small tight pink Speedo he was borrowing from Charlie.
Pietro and Charlie exchanged a glance, then turned their attention back to Benji. Pietro's brows furrowed, and he took a step closer to Benji. "What's wrong, Benji? You sounded like you were having fun earlier." Pietro's voice was laced with concern as he took a step closer to Benji. He could see the apprehension in Benji's eyes, and he didn't want their playful banter to end on a sour note.
Before Benji could respond, Pietro swiftly picked him up, enveloping him in his muscular arms. Benji yelped in surprise, his heart pounding in his chest. Pietro turned towards the water, his powerful legs carrying them both swiftly across the sand.
"Pietro! What are you doing?" Benji cried out, his voice filled with a mix of fear and exhilaration. Pietro chuckled, a deep rumble that resonated through his body.
"Having fun," he declared, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
"You need to learn to let loose, Benji."
Benji squirmed in Pietro's arms, trying to maintain some semblance of composure despite the circumstances. "Put me down, Pietro! I can walk!"
Pietro laughed, a deep, booming sound that reverberated through his chest. "Where's the fun in that?" he teased.
Benji could feel the firmness of Pietro's muscles as he held him, the heat of his body radiating through his Speedo. He tried to push away the surge of arousal that coursed through him, but it was no use.
Pietro was strong, his muscles firm and defined, and Benji could feel every inch of him as he held him tight. Pietro reached the water's edge and didn't slow down. Instead, he plunged into the waves, holding Benji close as he did.
The sudden immersion in the cool water shocked Benji's system, and he gasped, his breath hitching in his throat. Pietro chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into Benji's body. "Don't worry, little one," he said, his voice a low rumble.
"I've got you."
Benji's heart was pounding in his chest as Pietro carried him deeper into the water. He could feel the salt spray on his face, the sun beating down on his back, and the strong, sure hold of Pietro's arms around him. It was a strange sensation, being carried like this, but there was something exciting about it too. He could feel Pietro's muscles shift under his touch, could feel the strength in his body as he held him close.
"You're not going to drop me, are you?" Benji asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
His arms tightened around Pietro's neck, his hands gripping the other man's shoulders for support.
Pietro looked down at him, his blue eyes softening. "I wouldn't dare. I've got you, Benji. You're safe with me."
Benji swallowed hard, trying to believe Pietro's words. He knew that Pietro was strong, that he had the power to hold him up, but it was still unnerving to be so completely at someone else's mercy.
Pietro waded deeper into the water, the waves lapping at his thighs.
Suddenly, he slipped on a hidden rock, his foot sliding out from under him. He tried to regain his balance, but it was too late. With a splash, he fell forwards, his large body crashing down onto Benji.
Benji's breath was knocked out of him as Pietro's weight came down on top of him. Water splashed everywhere, and for a moment, Benji was submerged, the salt water filling his mouth and nose. He struggled to surface, his hands pushing against Pietro's chest as he fought for air. When he finally broke through the surface, he gasped for breath, coughed out a mouthful of water, and stared up at Pietro in shock.
Pietro, meanwhile, had managed to right himself and was now grabbing Benjis waist as Benji straddled him.
Pietro looked apologetic, "Oh shit, Benji, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"
Benji nodded, still trying to catch his breath. "Yeah, I think so," he replied, his voice shaking slightly.
Pietro's face was a picture of concern. "I didn't mean to scare you," he said, his voice sincere.
Benji forced a weak smile. "It's okay. I just got a little surprised, that's all."
Pietro nodded, but his eyes were still filled with worry.
At that moment, Charlie swam up to them, a grin spread wide across his face.
"You know, Pietro, I want Benji to straddle me too," he said, his green eyes twinkling as he winked at Benji.
Benji blushed, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson as he realized the position he was currently in: straddled atop Pietro's powerful body, the other man's large, stiffening cock pressing firmly against his ass. He felt a sudden surge of panic, his heart pounding in his chest as he wriggled instinctively, trying to put some distance between him and Pietro's growing erection.
"Charlie!" Pietro growled, a warning edge to his voice as he watched Benji's reaction. Benjis struggling only made his boner worse as he began to rub up and down on his thick cock.
Pietros cock throbbed against Benji, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through him. He could feel every inch of Pietros massive length, every vein and ridge, as it pressed insistently against his ass.
Pietro groaned, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "Fuck, Benji, you're killing me here," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He could feel Benji's body writhing atop him, could feel the heat of his skin, the firmness of his muscles as he struggled to escape. But Pietro didn't want him to escape. He wanted him to stay right there, to grind against him, to let him feel every inch of his aching cock.
Charlie, seeing the situation unfold before him, smirked. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, Pietro.
Let's not get too carried away here," Charlie interjected, swimming closer and grinning. His green eyes sparkled with mischief as he took in the scene before him. "Benji, are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern, but his grin remained firmly in place.
Benji looked at Charlie gratefully, trying to push himself off Pietro's lap. Pietro, however, tightened his hold on Benji's waist, keeping him firmly in place. "Benji's fine," Pietro growled, his blue eyes narrowing slightly as he stared at Charlie. "He just needs to learn to relax a little."
Charlie chuckled, shaking his head. "Relax? Pietro, you're about to have him drowning you.
Relax a little yourself," Charlie advised, his voice playful yet firm. He extended a hand towards Benji, offering his help. Let's get you out of the water for a bit, yeah?"
Benji hesitated, looking at Pietro's intense gaze before finally taking Charlie's hand. Pietro's grip on Benji's waist loosened, allowing Charlie to pull him away. Benji's heart was still racing as he let Charlie guide him to the shallower part of the water. He could feel the weight of Pietro's stare on his back, and it made him even more flustered.
He felt a pang of guilt for reacting so strongly, for not being able to simply enjoy the moment. He turned to face Pietro, intending to assure him that he was okay, that he hadn't meant to overreact. But as he turned, his gaze fell on Pietro's crotch, and he froze. Pietro's massive ten-inch cock was straining against his small Speedo, the fabric stretched tight and leaving little to the imagination. Benji's eyes widened in shock, his heart pounding in his chest as he took in the sheer size of Pietro's erection.
"P-Pietro, I-I'm sorry," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I-I didn't mean to startle you like that.
I'm sorry," Benji stammered, his eyes still locked onto the throbbing cock straining against Pietro's Speedo. Pietro's cock throbbed visibly, the sheer size and intensity of his arousal unmistakable. He didn't try to hide it or turn away, instead watching Benji's reaction with a mix of amusement and desire.
"Don't be sorry, little one," Pietro replied, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Benji's spine. "It's only natural to be curious. Especially when you've never seen one this big before."
Benji's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and he quickly averted his gaze, looking down at the water instead. "I-I'm not curious," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.
Pietro chuckled, a deep, sensual sound that resonated through his chest. "Don't lie to me, Benji. I can see the way you're looking at me. The way your eyes widen with surprise and then linger with fascination. You're curious, and that's perfectly okay."
Benji's heart was pounding in his chest, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts and feelings. He knew that Pietro was right, but he also knew that he should look away, that he shouldn't be staring at the other man's crotch like some kind of pervert. But he couldn't help it.
His gaze was drawn back to Pietro's crotch, the sight of the massive cock straining against the thin fabric of Pietro's Speedo entirely captivating. Benji had never seen anything like it before. He had no frame of reference for something so large, so thick, so... intimidating.
"Benji," Pietro said, his voice a low, soothing murmur. "Come here."
Benji hesitated for a moment, his body tensing as he considered the command. But Pietro's voice was soft, inviting, and Benji found himself drawn towards him despite his initial apprehension.
He waded through the shallow water until he was standing directly in front of Pietro, their bodies tantalizingly close.
"What is it, Pietro?"
Pietro reached out, his large hand cupping Benji's chin and tilting his face upwards. He looked into Benji's eyes, his own blue orbs filled with something akin to tenderness.
"I want to show you something, Benji," Pietro said, his voice low and gentle. "But only if you're comfortable with it.
I don't want to make you uncomfortable or scare you away. You've been so skittish around me and the others, and I want you to understand that we're not going to force you into anything you don't want to do."
Benji's heart pounded in his chest as he met Pietro's gaze. He was both terrified and intrigued by what Pietro was suggesting. He couldn't deny the curiosity burning within him, the desire to explore the unfamiliar territory presented before him. But he was also scared, his body tensing at the thought of what Pietro might show him.
"W-what do you mean?" he stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Pietro's thumb traced the line of Benji's jaw, his touch light and soothing. "I mean that we're all here to have fun and get to know each other better. And sometimes, that includes... exploring each other's bodies."
Benji's eyes widened in shock, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson. "Y-you want to... touch me?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.
Pietro's gaze softened, his thumb continuing its gentle caress. "Only if you want me to, little one.
I would never force you to do anything you're not comfortable with." Pietro's voice was gentle, yet firm, leaving no room for misinterpretation.
Benji's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, but his eyes held a spark of curiosity. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. "I-I don't know, Pietro. I've never done anything like this before."
Pietro nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "That's okay, Benji. We don't have to do anything you're not ready for.
Let's just take this one step at a time." Pietro's voice was soothing, reassuring, like a warm blanket on a cold night. Benji took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He knew that Pietro was right, that he shouldn't rush into anything he wasn't ready for. But he also knew that he was curious, that he wanted to explore this new world he had been thrust into.
"Okay," he finally agreed, his voice soft but steady. "Let's take it slow."
Pietro smiled, a slow, gentle curve of his lips that made his blue eyes crinkle at the corners.
"That's my boy," he murmured, his voice low and approving. "Now, let's start with something simple. How about you just touch me? No pressure to do anything else, just see how it feels."
Benji nodded nervously, his hands trembling slightly as he reached out towards Pietro. He hesitated for a moment, his fingers just inches away from Pietro's chest, before finally making contact. His fingers skimmed over Pietro's pectoral muscle, tracing the hard line of flesh. The sensation was different then when he felt him earlier.
Pietro's chest was like stone beneath Benji's touch, the muscles firm and unyielding. He ran his fingertips over the contours of Pietro's pecs, marveling at the definition, the way the muscles shifted and contracted under his touch.
Pietro watched Benji's face intently, his blue eyes never leaving Benji's. He could see the mix of curiosity and apprehension in Benji's eyes, the way his cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink as he explored Pietro's body.
Pietro's chest rose and fell with each breath, his muscles tensing slightly under Benji's touch. He savored the sensation, the way Benji's fingers danced over his skin, like tiny sparks of electricity.
"Does it feel good, Benji?" Pietro asked, his voice low and rumbling. He wanted to encourage Benji, to make him feel at ease, but also to test the boundaries of his comfort zone.
Benji nodded, his eyes fixed on Pietro's chest. "Yeah," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's nice.
I-I like it," Benji continued, his fingers tracing the lines of Pietro's muscles, exploring their firmness and definition. Pietro's chest rose and fell with each breath, his muscles flexing beneath Benji's touch.
"That's good, little one," Pietro murmured, his voice deep and reassuring. "Explore as much as you want. There's no rush." He had never touched another man like this before, had never explored someone else's body with such intimacy and freedom.
He felt a strange mix of excitement and vulnerability, like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, looking out over a vast, uncharted territory. Pietro leaned down, his large, muscular body towering over Benji's smaller frame. He lifted Benji's head gently with his finger under his chin, tilting his face up towards his own. Their eyes met, and Pietro saw the uncertainty and curiosity that flickered in Benji's gaze. He smiled softly, his blue eyes warm and reassuring. "You're doing great, little one," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. Then, slowly, gently, he leaned in and pressed his lips to Benji's. The kiss was soft and gentle, a tender brush of lips against lips. It was a simple kiss, a chaste promise of more to come.
But it was enough to make Benji's heart race and his body flush with warmth. Just as he was about to lean into Pietro for more, a sharp voice cut through the moment.
"Lunch is done, you guys!" Charlie interrupted, his voice laced with a jealous edge. He had been standing nearby, watching as Benji and Pietro shared their first kiss, and he hadn't liked what he saw. He was the smallest of the bachelors, and he had gotten the least points the day before, which meant that he was falling behind in this game. Seeing Benji and Pietro together lit a spark of jealousy within him, and he couldn't stand to see them share another moment without him.
Benji and Pietro pulled apart, their eyes widening in surprise at the interruption. Pietro turned to face Charlie, his brows furrowed with annoyance.
The sudden interruption had caught him off guard, and he didn't appreciate Charlie's need to assert himself. He stood up, water dripping from his muscular body, towering over Charlie. Charlie took a step back, suddenly feeling small in comparison.
"Thanks, Charlie?" Pietro growled, his voice firm and commanding. He didn't appreciate Charlie's interruption, and he wasn't about to let him get away with it. "We’ll be over in a sec?"
Charlie's eyes flicked between Pietro and Benji, a hint of jealousy still lingering in his gaze. He wanted to be the one Benji was exploring, the one Benji was kissing. But he knew better than to challenge Pietro directly. Instead, he forced a smile onto his face, trying to play it off like he didn't care.
"Yeah, sure thing, Pietro. I'll just... I'll just set up the lunch over there," he said, gesturing vaguely towards the shore. He turned and made a hasty retreat, his shoulders slumped in defeat.
Pietro watched Charlie go, a frown marring his features. He didn't like the way Charlie had interrupted them, the jealousy that was so plainly evident in his voice and demeanor. It was clear that Charlie wanted Benji for himself, and that wasn't something Pietro was willing to tolerate.
"Is everything okay?" Benji asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
He looked into Pietro's eyes, a mix of curiosity and trepidation swirling within his gaze.
Before Pietro could respond, he leaned down and pressed his lips to Benji's once more. This time, the kiss was deeper, more intense. Pietro's lips moved against Benji's, coaxing him to open up and let him in. Benji's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly softened into the kiss, his lips parting as Pietro's tongue darted out to taste him.
As suddenly as the kiss began, Pietro pulled away, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Come on, little one," he murmured, taking Benji's hand in his own large, rough palm. "Let's go see what Charlie's got for us."
Benji nodded, his cheeks still flushed from the kiss.
Pietro led him out of the water, his large hand wrapped securely around Benji's. They walked towards the shore, water dripping from their bodies, leaving a trail of wet footprints in the sand. Benji looked around, taking in the lush surroundings. The beach was fringed with vibrant tropical vegetation, and the sun hung low in the sky, casting long, dancing shadows across the sand. As they approached the beach, Benji could see that a long table had been set up, laden with an array of colorful fruits, meats, and cheeses. Charlie was standing nearby, a forced smile on his face as he watched them approach.
"Ah, there you are!" Charlie exclaimed, his voice a little too bright and cheery. "I was just about to send out a search party."
Pietro scoffed, his grip on Benji's hand tightening slightly.
"We were just enjoying a swim, Charlie. We didn't exactly need a search party."
Benji looked around the table, his eyes widening as he noticed the other bachelors seated around it. Arnold, Kiernan, and Brown were all there, their massive forms dwarfing the chairs they sat in. Two chairs remained empty on opposite sides of the table, as if reserved for an unseen guest.
"Oh, hey, you two! Come join us!" Arnold called out, his deep voice booming across the sand. He waved them over with a wide, infectious grin, his massive biceps flexing as he did so.
Benji felt a pang of apprehension as he realized that all eyes were on them, and that they would now be under the scrutiny of the other bachelors. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves as Pietro led him towards the table.
His cheeks were still flushed from their interrupted kiss, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for causing tension between Pietro and Charlie.
Pietro turned to face Benji, his expression softening as he saw the concern in Benji's eyes. He reached out, his large hand cupping Benji's cheek and brushing away a stray droplet of water. "Everything is fine, little one," he reassured him, his voice gentle yet firm. "Charlie just needs to learn his place, that's all.