Within moments after Deklan started ejaculating and the pulsing of his expanding cock thumped at Oakland’s prostate, Oakland blew semen clear over his head as if shot from a sling. He was whining, thrusting his ass into Deklan’s hairy pelvis, pulling the man’s dick in as if begging for his nuts too.
Deklan felt his cock being squeezed and sucked. Oakland’s chute had greedily taken his man’s sperm as if his life depended on it to survive.
While hand jerking his own cock, Oakland ordered between gasps, “Give… it to me. Aaaa-gaaah. Bollocks!”—he lost his breath for a moment—“Gaaah…. Pump the sperm out of me, Dek.” He shot a few more loads. “Blow my hole apart with that horse hung cock. Sperm breed me. I need it.”
The verbal slander out of Oakland’s mouth kept Deklan stone stiff, and if he hadn’t released his semen already, he would have then.
In less than four minutes after they had gotten started, they were whipped and cock empty.
After catching his breath, Deklan snaked his dick from Oakland’s butthole—backing out slowly, trying hard at keeping his deposited sperm from slipping out with his cock. It was important that it stayed—keeping his man marked for the rest of the day and maybe into the next. “I’m sorry. Sorry for ejaculating so quickly, but your hole felt so damned incredible.”
“That was the best sexual five minutes I’d ever had. I wanted your sperm blown up my ass as much as you wanted to give it to me. So… No apologizing.”
“You are just too sexy, Oakland. That black body. That black ass. Your beautiful black dick. The warm hair surrounding it. The scent you had given off when you ejaculated. All of you. I’m still rock hard as though I’m not done using your hole yet?” Deklan glanced between him and Oakland, finding his dick still stiff and leaking semen into the black hair above Oakland’s dick.
“Well. If you’re not done, stud, my ass is still yours if you need to use it.” Oakland laughed.
“A five minute rest is all I need, and trust me, I can be right back at it, squeezing another few shots inside that sweet butt of yours.”
“As I said… Stud!”
“Stud? Studs don’t ejaculate within seconds of penetrating their boyfriend’s sexy butt. I promise to last longer the next time.” Deklan’s erection snaked upside Oakland’s, pressing firmly against his abdomen, still slick with semen.
“If you weren’t such an awesome stud, I wouldn’t have spurt within seconds either. I’m pretty sure I had never shot so quickly in my life—not even as a teen when I first learned to stroke my dick and discovered how amazing ejaculating felt. But… better enjoyed with a real man’s cock shoved up my ass instead of a few of my own fingers or homegrown vegetables. That was a teen relapse for sure. The moment you put the big guy in me, I had no stamina to hold back.”
Deklan articulated, “I don’t think I’d ever ejaculated so quickly and with such volume before either. It was as if my body was on a mission of its own, needing to breed the man I’d fallen in love with, making sure your body was receiving what it’s been missing all your life.”
“I like that and I’m sure you’re right,” Oakland replied. “I suppose when two people connect with each other that much, their bodies crave what’s needed and takes it without waiting or asking.”
Deklan groaned into Oakland’s ear, lazily drawing out his words, “Ohwww, ye-eaah.” He reached between his legs, gripped his thick white cock and shoved it back inside Oakland’s black butt. He let out a growl combined with grizzly lip biting grunts in time with each thrust. “Mmng. Mmng. Umng. Damn yeah. Uhng. Uhng. Uhng. You like that? Uhng. Uhng. Uhng.”
“Gah, Jeez. Yeah!” Oakland squealed. “Yeah I do. You trying to make me shoot again? The ream job is working.”
“If that’s what you want, but truly, I just needed to be inside you again, make sure I plugged that hole to keep my semen up there where it needs to stay. I need other men to know you’re mine if they come sniffing around that rear end. It’s mine now. All mine.”
“Nobody’s but yours.”
“Good answer. Are you okay with me pulling out?” Deklan asked.
“Not really, but go ahead.”
“I’ll pull out slowly. You’ll never realize I left that beautiful tight ass.”
“The hell I won’t. Nine thick inches of dick isn’t easy to ignore.”
“A tight ass that sucks dick isn’t easy to ignore.” Deklan admittedly interrupted, slowly pulling out as he’d done once already a few minutes earlier. He looked down at his glistening dick slipping free. “Ease up, sweetheart. Let it go. Loosen that manhole. That’s it. Looking good. Ah, here comes the head. Release the python, baby cakes.”
Oakland was chuckling and pouting at the same time. “Damn. I’m dick free.”
“It’ll be alright. You have my sperm to keep you satisfied for a while.” Deklan made a popping sound with his mouth. “There’s my dick.” He chuckled, too.
A fast sexual encounter made for physical exertion and neither one of them noticed the strain on their body until it was over. Oakland groaned when he budged and so had Deklan. A bit of laughter too.
They realized they were hit with sexual exhaustion when it was too late, collapsing in the sand, gasping for air. Eventually their breathing evened out and a sleepy desire had come over them.
It was Deklan’s idea to lay side by side in the grass along the lake for a bit to enjoy the few clouds in the sky, completely naked—exposed to the elements. He held Oakland’s hand the entire time, listening to the few birds chirping overhead. It was tranquil, almost unworldly.
Deklan rolled over onto his side and faced Oakland. His fingers gently combed through the hair above Oakland’s softening dick. His voice lowered, “I’m so glad I met you, Oakland. I couldn’t imagine what my life would have been like if I hadn’t.” His finger traced the hairy abdominal trail that diminished a few inches above Oakland’s navel, ending with his palm flat against his farm firm chest.
“Me too,” Oakland answered, looking his way. His arm bent behind his head, lifting it off the ground.
“If you hadn’t come along when you had, I don’t know how I’d have survived. I’m in such a mess, Oakland.” Deklan rubbed the large mounds of Oakland’s cocoa chest, the touch felt soothing. “You mean a lot to me.” He caught Oakland smiling.
Even though it had been less than ten minutes since Oakland ejaculated, his dick had turned thick and rigid all over again the moment Deklan repositioned his body back on top of him. It wasn’t difficult to understand why. He was beautiful, masculine, and extremely sexy.
Pensively, Deklan looked at Oakland and told him, “I don’t want to leave this place, but since my keepers are going to start wondering where I’m at, I should probably move out.”
“I suppose… you’re right,” Oakland pumped the words out between gasps. The weight of Deklan’s body had put a strain on the flow of air in and out of his lungs.
“Leave your door open tonight. I’m sneaking back to you.” Deklan lifted himself off of Oakland, kissing him on separation.
Oakland let him go, expressing regret.
Deklan whistled for Chadwick, and he had come running.
Chapter 27
“Where’ve you been, Deklan?” his father’s voice had come across as testy. “You’d been gone all day without word as to where.”
“I needed some space,” Deklan shortly answered. The good time he had with Oakland quickly beaten down by his father’s storming voice.
“We all need space, but we don’t always get what we think we need,” Dante replied. “Your mother’s been worried.”
“I’m trying to make sense of, as well as come to terms with, what you’re forcing me to do. I wish there was a vile word I could use to stress how I feel, but I don’t know any.”
“You need to listen and know this is right for you.”
“Really? Right for who? Me?” Deklan hissed. Glowering.
Before Deklan’s father had a chance to reply, Wattsworth walked
into the room with a handful of parchment pages outlining his busy list of what was yet to be done. Mother was following him, but she hadn’t fully entered the room. She stood in the doorway with her tiny hands clasped together in front of her thin waist. She seemed okay, however, there was a certain amount of concern in her eyes. She hadn’t wanted the marriage to proceed any more than Deklan had, but father seemed to think he knew best as he’d clearly put into words more than once in the past days.
Wattsworth seemed frazzled—parchment crinkling in his hands. There was only one full day left to get the place ready for the wedding, and looking around at an unfinished chapel might have been what had triggered the man’s anxiety.
As it was, the grand hall looked splendid. It was smothered in white and shimmering silver, the typical wedding hues in the day. Any light coming in from the windows would catch the silver, reflecting luminescent diamond patterns throughout the hall. Tiny rainbow sparks pinged every surface, appearing enchanted. All seemed perfect for a new beginning between two people that hadn’t had a moment to really get to know one another.
The layout was clever. The seats were arranged to welcome one hundred guests. There were two outside aisles running in a V-formation that would take the couple from the far back corners of the room to the same spotlighted point up front where the parson would be waiting.
Draping every chair were silken white fabric covers held in place by a large wide gleaming ribbon of silver bow tied across the back.
To create a wall of burning light along the back section of the marriage platform, there were twenty wax candles on tall silver sticks, resembling a mountain peak crowning high at its center. Shorter wax pillars were plated and hung sporadically from the ceiling by fishing cord, giving the illusion they were floating in mid space—Wattsworth’s idea at bringing the outside stars to the inside.
Deklan and his father were blatant opposites—like night and day. His mother on the other hand was similar to himself, the reason why the feelings they both had about the wedding were the same.
Hearing his father carrying on about how perfect everything was, Deklan forced himself to ignore what had been said. He moved away, putting distance between the two of them, setting foot on the first step of the alter. His mother followed and stood beside him. He looked her in the eyes, finding her expression devastating.
She reached down and took his hand. “Deklan, I can practically hear your thoughts.”
“Then why are you letting this go on?” He looked to the floor and had taken the next step onto the platform.
Priscilla had gone with him, stopping in front of the wall of candles. “This is beautiful.” She looked up at the highest one. “I just wish it was for you and somebody you really wanted to be up here with.”
“It isn’t too late, mother.” Deklan turned to her. “You can help me stop the procession of such a huge mistake. I can’t do it alone. Father is too pig headed.”
“I wish it were that simple, Deklan.” Priscilla dropped her head to one side as if giving up. A sigh was expelled. “Your father has a will that is firm, and when he has an idea, he always finds a way to make it happen. Look at the business he built. Just one example of his great achievements that started with a single seed he decided to plant instead of eaten.”
“Talk to him,” Deklan begged.
“I tried talking to him, but he won’t listen. You know that. We’ll figure a way to make it work.”
“But this is major. It’s not as if he’s bidding on a horse at auction. This is my life we are talking about.” Deklan’s eyes were beginning to burn. Tears had surfaced at the same time his body started shaking. It was a tangled emotion. One of fear that had knotted itself around anger.
Still at the same table in the back, Wattsworth and Dante were standing. Deklan and his mother rejoined them, listening to their suggested changes.
Dante placed a strong grip to the back of Deklan’s neck. “It’s perfect isn’t it, son?” He had spoken as though there was no quarrel between them a few moments earlier.
Deklan almost lost his balance when his father shook him. “No Pop, it isn’t. It’s ugly, because the whole idea of what you are doing is ugly.” He was finding it difficult to believe his father had purposely put up blinders to the enormously screwed up situation in front of them.
Dante’s big hand spun Deklan around. He spoke to him face to face. “Now you listen to me. You will not disgrace this family any further than you already have by acting out your foolish fantasies. It just ain’t right. You can’t be showing a sweet liking to other men the way you’ve been?”
Like a strong soldier, Deklan gripped his father’s arm and yanked it from his neck. He backed away and put his hands to his temples and pressed. “Stop it. Just stop it,” he yelled. Squeezing his eyes closed to block out everything around him.
His father stood taller. His face tightened with anger.
Next to Deklan stood his mother with both hands over her mouth, crying.
“Stop. Stop. Stop!” Deklan swayed as if honing in on a mental breakdown. “Stop everything.” He fumed, extending his arms at his sides like a pair of wings. “You may not like this father but your son is a homosexual. Yes Pop, I like lads. There, I’ve said it.” His arms went wider and he backed up a few steps. “You’ve known this for a while now and you need to stop denying it. I am what I am and no marriage to a female is going to magically change how I feel toward other chaps.”
“This cannot be. It’s not possible.” Dante lowered his voice and corralled Deklan to a more secluded corner of the room. His mother followed closely behind, still crying.
“It is possible, because here I am. Right in front of you is your homosexual son. The new word for who I am is, gay. So I’d heard.”
“Don’t say that. You are destroying a perfectly good word.”
“The word is gay, Pop. You need to say it. I am GAY!”
“I won’t say it. It doesn’t make any sense. The word means happy and you cannot be happy like this.”
“You’re right Pop, I’m not happy.” Deklan bit his lower lip and turned away.
“Then marry this pretty damsel and you will be happy.”
“No Pop. That is why I’m not happy. I don’t like the maidens the way you think I should. I’d rather be with the boy next door.”
“No you wouldn’t.”
“Yes I would.”
“No… You wouldn’t”
“Yes… I Would. Why are you arguing about something that cannot be changed?” Deklan fought back.
“There is nothing to change.”
“I’m glad you agree.” Deklan’s fists loosened a little.
“That is not what I meant and you know it.”
“Pop, I don’t have the answer or the solution you are looking for, but I do know I was created this way for a good reason. Call it Gods way of stabilize production of life. I don’t know.” Deklan had gone serious. “All I know for sure is that I cannot change no matter how hard you or anybody else tries to make me. I also know that you cannot force what isn’t supposed to be.”
Deklan’s father pursed his lips. He had nothing to say after that statement from his son. His eyes turned dark. He looked from Deklan to Priscilla and back at Deklan again. “Be here tomorrow for this wedding or don’t come home at all.”
As his father turned and left like a retracting lightning bolt, Deklan bowed his head and huffed. He shook his head with total disappointment at the same time his mother grabbed his arm and squeezed it.
Deklan’s hands had gone back to his temples and his fingertips tried circling the tension away. There wasn’t much more that could be said and it had become apparent he was going to marry some damsel his father handpicked off the street the same way they selected fruit at the market, however if it spoiled, tossing it out wasn’t going to be that simple.
Without saying anything more, Deklan kissed his mother on the forehead and walked away. As the doors closed behind him, he caught a glimpse of hi
s mother still standing there with the crumpled handkerchief in her fragile grasp. It was tarnished with tears brought on by a vile display between Dante and her only son. She’d taken a deep breath, glanced around the beautiful silver room and quietly crept out the door after Deklan, practically covering his exact foot print.
Chapter 28
Oakland felt a void when Deklan wasn’t with him. It had put a crack down the middle of his heart when he heard Deklan was still going through with the wedding. It hadn’t come as a shock since Deklan’s father had such a strong grip on him and was able to nearly dictate every move he made.
It had taken time for some people to realize paired souls cannot be kept apart. In their case, Deklan’s father was one of those people, and the degree of acceptance was higher since the issue had hit home instead of at somebody else’s front door.
Oakland had been sitting quietly on the wooden bench outside his front door when he spotted Deklan walking the drive and kicking stones. Small dust storms twisted off the ground like tiny tornadoes each time a pebble hit the dirt. Even though a grown man who was sad and terrified, he was boyish and cute. Oakland’s heart had sunk at the sight he’d seen, but selfishly perked up at the first sign of him angling his way. Oakland sat taller and forced a courageous smile. He had to, for his own sake and for Deklan’s.
Deklan stood in front of Oakland, casting a shadow that blocked the sun. His hair was a mess. He sat down without a word and sneakily slipped his hand beneath Oakland’s thigh. His touch as usual eased Oakland’s nerves like nobody else could.
Oakland leaned back against the house, listening to the birds chirping springtime songs. It was pleasant considering the circumstances were far from the best of times. He dropped his hand to his side on top of Deklan’s, his grip tightened as he looked around, finding it absurd he couldn’t simply show affection to his boyfriend during the light of day.
They sat together in tranquil silence, watching two roosters walking side by side as if they were more than friends. At the same moment, Deklan and Oakland glanced at each other with grins, delighted that a sign such as that had been presented to them in such a mysterious way. Oakland and Deklan were meant to be together as much as those silly birds were. It was clear that the two roosters weren’t interested in tagging a hen any more than Deklan and Oakland were up to pinning damsels. It wasn’t a natural feeling for either of them and by the looks of it, for the two roosters either. Strangely enough, roosters are territorial birds and typically break out into a cock fight if more than one is in a hen house. Seeing them together in harmony indicated there must be an appetite for the other.
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