The Dance of the Waterfall
The sound of the waterfall was the thing that attracted Alexander to the stream in the first place. It wasn't the thing that kept him there though.
The spot was secluded, lush and green with sparkling clear water. Cascading down the rocks was a gentle waterfall, tall enough for a man to stand under. And there was definitely a man standing under it now. But it wasn't an ordinary man letting the water pour down his slender body.
His head was thrown back and the water was lightly hitting his face, a face the gods had created. Dark eyelashes lay on his cheeks as the water slipped down his nose and over his sensual lips. Alexander watched transfixed as he opened his mouth and his tongue appeared to softly lap up some of the cooling water.
The water continued it's beautiful journey down the muscular neck that was deceivingly soft, a fact Alexander knew only to well. It dripped off his ears near the spot Alexander loved to nibble on.
When it reach the broad shoulders, it split with part of it falling forward and the other behind him. It raced over the hard chest and played with the taunt nipples on the way to the flat stomach. It laced with the hair above his groin and then covered his magnificent manhood.
Alexander watched spellbound as the man ran his hands through his hair and then down the front of his body, following the path the water had just taken. They came to rest on his manhood and lingered there.
The water that cascaded down the back of the man glided over the tanned shoulders to the slender waist. It then followed the curve of his hips and over the firm mounds of his checks. A small stream of water was trickling through the divide between the two and down his legs.
The man's hands moved from his groin to his back and over his bottom. They lingered there for a while before they moved back up his chest.
Alexander's gaze, however, was still watching the path of the water as it continued its journey. The thighs were the next place it touched. Magnificent thighs, strong, lean and tanned, now marred with scars. Alexander scarcely noticed the scars anymore. He knew they held a strength too them after endless hours of passion. They were incredible.
The long, slim legs met with strong feet, a foundation for the rest of the most beautiful body Alexander had ever seen.
The man stretched and arched his body enjoying the soothing water and Alexander caught his breath. And then the man turned, slowly and sensually, and looked directly in Alexander's eyes. They never wavered in there stare and the blue of their color met with the dark eyes of the their lovers.
Alexander walked to the edge of the stream and into the water. His body was now as naked as the man under the waterfall, his clothes having been discarded as he had watched the young god in front of him.
Both men were now fully erect and hard, both eager to continue this dance they had started.
A touch of the fingertips, a soft kiss on the lips and the dance began.
The music was theirs alone; the song was their story and the words for their ears only. The water became an instrument they played, along with each other's bodies.
The dance of the waterfall was just beginning.