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Rowdy whistles softly as he makes his way to ask Mr. Favor a question that's been weighing on his mind. He knows Mr. Favor didn't want to be bothered, but he figures he wouldn't really mind…right?
He hears water up ahead, just around the rocky outcropping, and takes a deep breath, going over how he wants to ask this again. He hopes he's waited long enough for Mr. Favor to be done washing up.
Rowdy straightens up, fixes his hat, and steps forward. He opens his mouth to speak as he rounds the corner, but quickly finds himself at a loss for words.
Mr. Favor is there alright…standing in chest-deep water, shaking the excess water from his hair, the low evening sun playing off water droplets racing down his skin.
Rowdy's hand flies to his chest, and he quickly steps back out of view. It's not really anything new to see each other in the nude, but usually it's quick and with the others. The fact that they're alone…and, actually, Mr. Favor thinks he's alone…
It's unusual to see Gil so relaxed. Even moreso for any of them to have the time to take a leisurely bath. And the timing…the light…
Gil wades to a shallower spot along the shore, the water now just above his hips. He reclines against a well-worn, smooth stone shelf, letting himself revel in the fading sunlight. The evening shadows accentuate the soft definition of his muscles, and Rowdy can't tear his eyes away.
He finally does shift his gaze when he sees Mr. Favor's left hand slide up his chest, leaving wet trails in its wake, running through the covering of hair there, fingertips teasing at his own nipples. Gil leans his head back, eyes closing, lips parting, right hand moving rhythmically underwater.
Rowdy gasps at the sight, hand flying up to cover his mouth. There's something hypnotizing about watching Mr. Favor touching himself, getting himself off to some unseen fantasy inside his head. He dares to move closer, needing to see more. From his new vantage point, he can see Gil's hand below the water's surface, stroking his hard cock.
Rowdy bites his lip, not wanting to make any noise and be discovered, but he can't stop his actions. He slides his right hand down to the bulge in his now-tight pants, squeezing his balls, rubbing his cock, desperately needing relief. He pops the button of his fly, zipper opening the rest of the way on its own, shoving his hand in his underwear, hurriedly stroking his cock, precum already dripping from the tip, swiping his thumb through it, spreading it over the rest of his shaft as he fucks his fist.
He can see Mr. Favor's own hand speeding up, spurring him on even moreso, matching his pace, clenching his jaw as he tries to stay quiet, although a few small whimpers escape his lips.
Gil suddenly arches his back, grunting, water splashing with the vigorous movement of his hand. He balls his left hand into a fist, biting down on it, crying out as he cums.
Rowdy tries to muffle his own shout, knees buckling beneath him, cumming hard. He grasps at his thigh as he catches his breath, panting softly. He's wiping off his right hand on his now-soaked underwear when he hears splashing once more.
Gil too has caught his breath, wading through shallower water, stepping out onto the shore. He stretches for a moment languidly, running his hands over his bare skin to dry himself.
Rowdy stares in awe at first, in disbelief, letting himself take in the view. But then he realizes he could very well be caught if he doesn't leave…and fast!
Gil bends over, picking up his clothing, putting it on slowly. He hears movement from somewhere behind him, a quick scuffle with a branch, or possibly tree root, then followed by quick yet unsteady footsteps away.
He chuckles, shaking his head as he buttons up his shirt, smirking to himself. If he was a few years younger, maybe he'd give chase…
As if the thrill of being watched hadn't been enough…
But not anymore…
He sighs, raking his fingers through his hair before placing his hat atop his head in his usual style, second-guessing himself before remembering how Rowdy had sounded just minutes earlier.
The very fact that he stayed…
"Well, I hope he liked the show."