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They laid by the pond central to the palace gardens, grass soft against their skin wherever their clothes rode up. The scent of orchids and jasmine filled their lungs. Fedele got atop Vincenzo, grinning and treating it as a joke before softening. Vincenzo’s heart pounded as his classmate ran one hand over his throat, flitting his fingers down and over the smooth brown skin exposed by Vincenzo’s low-cut robes. He leaned in and kissed his jawline.

They were young and hormonal–Fedele especially. He got hard at the slightest touch and he soon rolled Vincenzo sideways with him. He hiked his robes at the front and pulled his dick out of his underwear. Vincenzo could tell what he was doing and buzzed in nervous anticipation. It’d been a few weeks since he’d first touched him and he had so many messy emotions about it, but faced with further touch, his head fogged over. Fedele lifted his robes and he felt his cock press up against one of his asscheeks before the older boy shifted. He poked it between his thighs and thrust.

Vincenzo exhaled and laid his hand on his hip to feel his movements. His classmate thrust against his inner thighs as if fucking him. Or, he was fucking him if he were to use the term broadly. His own dick twitched in his underwear Belek travesti and he tried not to moan. No one should be around to see this but he didn’t want to make too much noise just in case. He wasn’t sure what they could say if they got found. Just roughhousing, maybe? It wasn’t all that rough. He could say they were cuddling and deny anything further given they were clothed, but that was odd for a pair just entering their 20s. The open-endedness put butterflies in his stomach.

Fedele hugged him tightly, holding him in place as he did it. Wetness began to form between Vincenzo’s legs, a mix of sweat and droplets of desire. It was sticky and dirty and thrilling. He could smell arousal over the scent of grass and spring blooms.

After a few minutes of increasingly-fumbling rolling around and thrusting, Fedele moaned. He stopped and much thicker wetness splattered onto Vincenzo’s soft skin. His head was so cloudy he could have sworn he almost came too without ever touching himself.

Fedele kissed the back of his head. His grip on him relaxed and he petted his side. Vincenzo felt his cock soften against him as the culmination of his actions grew tacky. The sunlight was warm on his closed eyelids.

Fedele eventually untangled Belek travestileri himself.

“I’m going to bathe,” he told him as Vincenzo rolled on his back to look up at him. He looked so much larger when blotting out the rays of late afternoon sun. His mid-length hair was mussed and he ran his fingers through it to smooth it out.

“I’ll be in in a bit,” Vincenzo responded. “Or… I might take a nap out here.”

Fedele chuckled. “Alright. See you at dinner, then, Vin.”

“Likewise.”

He watched his classmate head out between the hedges, his boots crunching the gravel of the garden path. He relaxed into the grass and stared up at the cloudless azure sky. It only took a few minutes before his equally on-edge nature won out and he loosened his belt. He reached between the folds of his robes and to his thighs. He wiped his palm over the tacky residue to dampen it before reaching into his underwear. He stroked his aching cock with the memory of Fedele’s affection. He wished he’d done more. What exactly he wanted was unclear. When his cock had touched his ass, he briefly wanted to pull down his underwear and have him spread him open. He was unsure how it would feel to have something that large in him but the Travesti belek idea was so exciting that he’d touched himself many nights to fantasies of different people doing it to him. For a while it was visions of another boy in their first aid course, a first year in the military about his age, but recently it’d instead been Fedele.

Something had changed that night the older boy drunkenly decided to get into bed with him with jokes about playing doctor as they had as children. There was very little doctoring, but lots of exploring each other’s bodies… Or, less each other’s and more Fedele instructing Vincenzo to explore his. He seemed less inclined to touch him in return. Vincenzo had been uncertain at first but as soon as he noticed Fedele’s penis grew stiff at his touch he fell into it. Hard. He could make a man aroused just as a woman could, even one who shouldn’t have found him arousing at all. It was terribly egotistical but he grew as drunk as Fedele purely on his own abilities.

He sat up and hurried over to the bushes. He jerked off into them, exhaling forcefully as he finished. His semen splattered the lower leaves. He flicked his cock to get the last of it off before heading over to the fountain. He cupped water and used it to rinse himself, although he didn’t try very hard. He squeegeed his skin off before setting his robes back into place and tightened his belt. He left the section of garden to find another place to relax in the sun without evidence of things he couldn’t explain should he be discovered.

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