Yondin visits me in a dream. He is naked, pumped, and hot as ever. We are outside by the pool. He just got out of the water. He sits in one of the lounge chairs and stares at me. Hey - Yondin! No answer. His legs are splayed out at the sides of the chair. I have a good view of his body. His dick is hard and pointing my way. Yondin! He just stares at me, silent. His hands go to the back of his head, exposing strong lats and deep, hairy pits, glistening with moisture. I feel lightheaded.
My swim was a good one. I mostly do the side stroke. There's a soft float pad on the floor near the edge of the pool and I get down on it, on my side, facing Yondin. I know his game. No talk. He wants to watch...and be watched, too. My body is still wet from the swim. It's hot, and as I brush my hair back, Yondin moves one leg just enough for me to feel his interest. His stare is intense. We lock eyes, and without words seem to understand each other perfectly. He wants me to take my swim shorts off.
I slowly wipe my hand down my pecs, which I inflate with a very deep breath. It traces my trail, and slips under the top of the shorts, resting on top of my bulge. The bulge looks even bigger now, as the fabric strains to contain my boner and my hand. Though his stare never changes, Yondin moves his hand down his torso as I did, coming to rest on his bush. His dick gives a little involuntary twitch. I feel mine do the same. I drop my shorts behind me and place my hand on my bush.
Like two guys playing 'mirror', Yondin and I play with ourselves, and every movement, every touch, every breath is the same for us both. I do not see my body anymore...I only see Yondins'. His hands move mine. His breath is mine. His stare is mine looking back at him. His hand caresses his cockhead with just one finger, and I feel my cock react. My brain registers the touch. I run my finger down my shaft and see Yondin do the same. When his hand cups his nuts and gives a solid squeeze, I jump with the pain until it turns into pleasure, my body easing back onto the pad. Yondin settles back into his chair.
I am a gentle stroker. I like to use a full grip, and pump from base to head with one long sensuous motion. My dick usually leaks a lot of precum, but I need more lube now. I spit into my hand, and rub the saliva on my shaft. It feels good. I smile. Yondin smiles. His saliva drips on his cock and he rubs some onto his nuts. My nuts are wet and they ache to be massaged. We stay with nut play for a while, rubbing, kneading, stretching, and slapping until they hurt. Lots of precum now!
A finger of his hand dips into his wetness, and he puts it to his mouth. My tongue licks my finger and the sweetness is delightful. Silky threads of precum transfer from cockhead to tongue. Yondin licks his hand clean. I get the notion to touch my hole, to get it wet and to finger myself into the next level of excitement. Yondin pops a finger into his mouth, and his lips clamp onto it, like it was a dick. I pull the finger from my lips and move the wet digit to my hole. His stare is steady as ever. I relish it now.
