"Woods isn't a safe place for you, you lived all your life in the city and you have grown up there, embracing the modern culture, the woods aren't safe for a dapper guy like you. But as I can see you seem to enjoy the night, you're night guy? Me too!"
A voice whispers in his ear, startling him. The voice seems friendly, but he couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. The stranger seems to know him or at least recognizes him, but he can't place where they might have met before. He wonders if he should trust this person or keep his guard up.
He realized that he is drawn to the mysterious allure of the night. It's as if a different side of him emerges in the darkness, and he feels a strange sense of belonging in this unfamiliar environment. The woods may not be safe, but he can't resist the thrill of exploring them.
Keiran's heart skipped a beat as he turned to face the owner of the voice. In the beam of his flashlight, he saw a man standing there, shirtless and bathed in moonlight. As he took in the stranger's rugged features and toned physique, Keiran felt his pulse quicken. It was as if he had stumbled upon a secret oasis in the heart of the forest, and this man was the keeper of its mysteries.
The stranger's voice was low and husky, sending shivers down Keiran's spine. As he stared into the man's piercing eyes, he felt a rush of emotions that he couldn't quite explain. It was as if he had found someone who understood him on a deeper level, someone who could see past the facade he presented to the world.
Keiran couldn't help but feel drawn to this forest boy, with his rough exterior and wild spirit. He could sense a raw passion in him, a hunger for life that was infectious. As he looked at the man's chiseled chest and powerful arms, he felt a warmth spread through his body that he had never felt before.
At that moment, Keiran realized that he seems fallen in love with this stranger in the forest. It was a love that was wild and untamed, but he knew that he couldn't resist its pull. He felt alive in a way that he never had before, and he knew that this man was the key to unlocking a part of himself that he had kept hidden for too long.
Keiran's flashlight lowered to the stranger's chest, illuminating the mass of hair that covered his muscular pecs. He couldn't help but feel a stirring in his loins as he traced a finger down the trail of hair that led to the man's navel. It was as if he was drawn to this stranger's raw sexuality, unable to resist the primal urge that pulsed through his veins.
The man oozed sex appeal in a way that Keiran had never seen before. He was like a predator, stalking his prey with a fierce intensity that left Keiran breathless. It was clear that he was used to getting what he wanted, both in and out of the bedroom.
As Keiran gazed at the stranger's chiseled body, he felt his desire building to a fever pitch. He couldn't imagine what it would feel like to have this sexy beast standing naked before him, ready to fulfill his every desire.
Keiran's mind raced with forbidden thoughts as he imagined what it would be like to be taken by this man. He knew that he was playing with fire, but he couldn't resist the temptation that beckoned him.
Keiran forgets everything that was waving in his mind, he couldn't help but ask what the man was doing there and why it had no top, and how it could handle the coldness especially since that place was so cold.
Kieran parted his lips but no sound came in, for he didn't know the reason he lowered the light from his flashlight to the man's belly, veins visible in his manly belly drawing lines in his six-pack abs and very pronounced'.
He craved a man's touch, and the sight before him was driving him wild with lust. He imagined exploring every inch of the man's body with his tongue, tasting the salty sweat on his skin, and feeling his own body respond with every touch. The tension in the air was electric, and Kieran knew he had to give in to his primal urges.
Kieran couldn't deny the electric attraction he felt toward the stranger. As he lowered the light to the bulge in the man's pants, he couldn't help but bite his lips in anticipation.
The stranger stepped closer, his natural scent enveloping Kieran like a spell. He was bewitched, unable to resist the primal urges that were coursing through his body. He wanted to run his hands over the stranger's firm muscles, to feel the heat of his body against his own.
It was hard for Kieran to admit his attraction at first, but now he wanted to shout to the world that he was bisexual and he craved the touch of a man. He was sane, but the desire he felt was primal and all-consuming. He knew he had to give in to his urges, explore the depths of his sexuality, and experience the pleasure of another man's touch.
Kieran couldn't take his eyes off the stranger, his intense gaze exuding raw sexuality. The stranger seemed completely unaware of how hot he was, and Kieran's pulse raced with every glance. A thousand butterflies fluttered in Kieran's stomach, their wings beating with anticipation and desire.
Was it some sort of magic potion that had been cast upon him? Or was it simply the stranger's voice, a spell that had instantly bewitched Kieran, a city guy, and made him fall in love with the stranger? The attraction was undeniable, the chemistry between them palpable.
Kieran felt himself being pulled towards the stranger, his body responding to the primal urges that were coursing through his veins. He knew that this was natural and that he had to give in to the pleasure that awaited him. The stranger's touch would be like fire, igniting every inch of his being and driving him wild with desire.
"Why did you go out? You're a stranger in the village and foreign to the forest. Your uncle will surely be mad when he finds out that you went out this evening. This isn't a safe place for you," The stranger whispered and his breath lightly touched Keiran's earlobe. This made Keiran woke up from his lustful thoughts. Nice lower voice and a panty-dropper.
He could not understand why the stranger in front of him seemed concerned. Yes, how could see the concern in his perfect visage and even in his eyes? Why? That's a question racing in Keiran's mind, and yet Keiran is unable to find an answer to his question.
Keiran wasn't sure if it was a concern from the stranger since the guy avoided showing his emotions, but he looks more handsome when the stranger has no emotions, or perhaps perfect and handsome in the entire world when the man smiles.
Keiran wanted to look at the stranger's face forever and never get tired of looking at it. Keiran smiled but honestly, he didn't know what to say.
Good evening Mr. Hottie that is what he was supposed to say but he controlled himself so he wouldn't be embarrassed in front of the stranger.
He slightly lowered the light of his flashlight to the ground and smiled gladly and he didn't care if the stranger could see it. Should I take one step closer to burying my face in his beloved flesh? Nature isn't homophobic so does he? I surely got the sympathy I seek. He asked and whispered to himself like crazy.
"M-my name is K-Keiran," he said stuttering. He offers his hand for handshaking. The stranger didn't even move nor did he take Keiran's hand for a handshake. Keiran feels embarrassed and he shook his head slightly.
"For what?" The man asked him.
"Handshake" He mumbled.
"Ah, sorry, is that so?"
"You never done it before?"
"No," was his pretty laughing answer. The man voluntarily offered handshaking. Keiran accepted it and he felt the warmth coming from the stranger's soft palm.
"Nice to meet you, what's your name?" He asked as their palms parted. The man looked smart but didn't know the handshake. And, what does Keiran expect from him? The stranger looks like he live all his life in the forest.
The guy parted his lips and Keiran looked forward to what the stranger had to say. Will the stranger go to introduce his name this time?
"KEIRAN? Keiran...Keiran? Where are you?" Keiran turned from where the voice came from. That's his uncle's voice. His uncle's voice was closer as he stood together with a stranger. Keiran did not answer his uncle as he continue calling Keiran's name.
"Okay tell me your name." He turned again to the stranger but he was shocked that the stranger was no longer in front of him.
He pointed and focused the flashlight on different parts of the place, on the grass, on the trees, on the rocks, and behind the trees, but that stranger was not there. He asked himself where was the stranger. How quick, how fast. This time Keiran could no longer believe that he was hallucinating. What he saw was true, the stranger spoke to him, and because his uncle interfered he did not get the name of the good man he had talked to earlier.
"Keirsn? What are you doing here?" Breathless question by, Mr. Fergus, who was already behind Keiran. "I've been looking for you at home for a while, what are you doing here? Did I ever tell you to go out?" Mr. Fergus added. He remembered what the stranger had said, the stranger was right that his uncle would be upset when he find out that Keiran went out of the house.
Does that stranger know his uncle? He will ask his uncle about that guy. But if he will ask his uncle the latter might question his sexuality.
"Okay, I'm sorry uncle. I'm just curious-"
"Curious of what, Keiran?" Mr. Fergus asked for confirmation quickly.
"In the woods, it looks lovely."
"I know you're night guy but Keiran this is not a city, it's dangerous here."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he replied politely.
"Let's go home," said Mr. Fergus.
He was already walking and Keiran followed his uncle. But Keiran suddenly turned around when he heard footsteps and the breaking of a small branch of a tree. The leaf of a small tree moves. There he pointed to the light of the flashlight but he saw no man or animal there. So he continued his walk following, Mr. Fergus.