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Friday, April 1, 2016

[SS-118] Waterfall Meditation


[WATERFALL MEDITATION]

Legan hiked up to the top of the mountain, where he would find the clear waterfalls.

When he was younger, he would take time and unwind under the soothing clear waters falling from the stone formation everytime he felt stressed and to meditate when he needed to make important life decision.

After a decade, Legan decided to pay a visit to the falls because of a troubled heart. He started feeling attracted to men. And as a man with a wife and two kids, he knew that that was unacceptable.

Legan sought refuge to his oasis, hoping that hearing and getting wet with its waters would lead him back to his sanity.

However, upon reaching the top of the mountain, Legan found that there was already another man there, under the rapid flowing water from the rocks.

Legan swallowed. The man was only wearing a dark green brief, exposing his studly muscled body. He assumed a challenging lounge pose above a rock. His face is fierce in meditation.

It did not help Legan's confusion. His homosexual tendencies were ignited once more. He started getting hard in his pants.

The stud saw Legan and stood up, bellowing, "you came here to meditate?"

"Y-yes," Legan replied tentatively. He quickly stripped to his shorts and assumed a cross sitting position under the falls. He closed his eyes and tried to fight the feeling as he felt the gush of the cold water on his skin.

As he was getting deeper in meditation, Legan felt something hard poking his cheek. He opened his eyes and was surprised to see the stud was naked and slapping dick on his face.

"What the fuck?!" Legan retorted as he backed off, but his gaze was stuck at the mighty penis in front of him.

"Sorry, I came here to meditate because I wanted to cure my sexual addiction. But when I saw you, I got distracted and damn, I wanna do it with you!" the stud muttered helplessly.

"I came here to cure my gayness," Legan admitted, "so please go away... please..."

The man walked closer to him pointed his cock on Legan's lips, "but isn't meditation about letting go? Can't we just... let go?"

The stud grabbed his head and guided him to the dick.

Legan instinctively opened his mouth and sucked it.

And together, they reached their zen.




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