It first happened when I was 25. It was the fourth day of Burning Man when I passed by a gorgeous hunk wearing nothing but a few colorful necklaces and a heavy, gauged prince albert hoop. He was shorter than me with a dark, hairy torso, deliciously stocky and nicely tanned after being naked in the sun for so long. The smell of him drove me wild; I caught it before he was less than 20 feet from me and my cock twitched instantly.
There were plenty of naked folks at the festival but none grabbed my attention like this man. I would never have been so forward under normal circumstances; this was the exception. The heat must have been getting to me. I locked eyes with him and he slowed his pace, returning my gaze through slightly squinted eyes. We just stared like this until he stopped three feet from me. I looked him up and down, far more bold than I normally was at that age, and savored the look of him. I desperately wanted to run my hands over the hair on his firm, slightly rounded tummy and feel the heft of his uncut heat-swollen cock in my palm. I stared into his green eyes again while thinking these things, imagining them actually happening and his reactions to them.
Suddenly I saw his dick throb. His eyes looked strained and he appeared to be in a daze. I could see the ache in his face as his balls rose and tightened while I consciously willed him to give himself to me. His desperation reaching its peak, he broke the silence and begged me to take him somewhere we could be alone.
I was shocked but excited and partly mystified by what was happening. This man caught my attention and the longer I stared at him, the more it seemed like i was able to control him sexually. I groped his swollen dick, not giving any fucks about passersby. I could smell him much better now and my mouth began to water as I thought of burying my face in his burly armpits after four days in the desert.