Priscilla crossed over and sat on the arm of Deklan’s chair. Suddenly he felt like a child again as she rubbed his back like a supportive mother would do to make all her child’s troubles disappear. She added, “The two of you are bonded by a deep hearted connection and you will be together again. I can pretty much promise that.”
A part of Deklan felt a little woozy when he heard his mother say he had a special bond with Oakland. “I hope so,” he quietly muttered.
“There’s plenty of room for hope.” She stood up, rubbed his shoulders one last time before walking out the door.
Chapter 33
Oakland had taken note of the time, it had gotten late, and his anxiety about Deklan’s wedding was causing his heart to race. In fact, he could feel it beating so hard it was pushing the booming into his head.
Feeling his soul mate drifting further away, Oakland was having a difficult time sitting still and watching the timepiece on the kitchen table tick. Oakland was certain the hands were moving faster than normal, but in truth, it was ticking as it usually would and taking its sweet old time. Oakland turned it over, putting a stop to watching the big hand jump to the next hash mark and the smaller hand creeping close behind.
Oakland needed the time to stop. Just for a while until he could figure out a solution to his and Deklan’s messed up situation.
While standing in the doorway of the carriage house looking down the drive toward the activity taking place at the Manor, Oakland felt his break down lift once that first guest carriage pulled up to the house. Following that one, another had arrived. Soon there were more lined up as though they all had come from town together. Like a train without a caboose.
Oakland never saw the bride-to-be arrive. He wasn’t too sure if she was already there or if she had been ordered to show up at the moment the wedding bells had begun to chime.
From what he knew about wedding superstitions, the bride dressed in her ceremonial gown was not to be seen by the groom until the chapel doors opened. He and everybody else understood it would be bad luck for the groom to lay eyes on the virgin in wedding day white before it was time. That irrational belief had given Oakland an idea, but it bordered on sinister. “Push her in the street, Oakland. Push her in the street.”
Oakland had no choice but to let the wedding go on as planned. But in his empty mind he was begging for the mirror man fairy-person to show up and zap them all to their senses with a deluge of pixie dust. The ceremony needed to be stopped, and stopped straightaway. Oakland was losing his man. To a female.
If there was a time Oakland needed a little fairy magic, it was then. He looked around his small room in case the mirror man had heard his silent plea. No such luck, the place was empty. Even the animals were missing in action.
If it was up to Oakland, he’d set the Manor under fire to smoke out the roaches and snakes that lived there. He figured the perfect time for that would be while everybody was still on their feet and in a position to run. That would only be fair. “Light a sulfur stick, Oakland. Light a sulfur stick.”
Out of curiosity, he flipped the timepiece over to see how much time had passed.
“Holy bollocks.” He had somehow lost an hour. “Where did the time go?” He looked at the front door as if time had actually gone out that way.
Oakland heard footsteps creeping up from behind and it startled him. He turned and shouted, “Holy bollocks.” Those words just naturally fell from his mouth again.
It was Deklan. In his house. Oakland stared at him, and within a split second, Deklan gripped Oakland’s wrists and crushed their lips together in a tight bond.
Mumbling, Oakland’s words had mashed together by the pressure of Deklan’s mouth over top of his, “Wait. What the..? How did you get in here… er… what are you doing here?”
Deklan pulled back, his hands still gripping Oakland’s wrists. “I came in through the back window. You left it open.”
“I did?” Oakland knew he had. He always left it open during the day to keep the place aired out as well as keep the animals cool.
Deklan begged, “I’ve gotta have you, Oakland. I need you right now. Make love to me. Please?”
Oakland was not too stable at the moment and was teetering on the edge of gloom because the man he wanted to be with for the rest of his life was about to get married to somebody other than him. Plus, the strange and unnatural thing about it was, that somebody was a female. “I don’t know if your favorite parts are going to work the way you need them to right now. I’m not in good spirits at the moment.”
“I’m not either, but we’ve gotta try. If I can’t have you physically with me up on that platform tonight, then I need a part of you alive inside me.” Deklan opened his shirt, letting Oakland see his stunning chest he liked so much. He kissed him again while grabbing hold of Oakland’s soon to be stiff erection. “Come on Oakland, let loose inside me. I need you so badly right now that it hurts.”
Deklan walked Oakland backward until his heels bumped against the first rung on the board leading up to the bed.
After another quick peck at Oakland’s lips, Deklan took off up the plank like a bolt of lightning. He was beside Oakland one second and gone the next.
Oakland followed, unbuttoning his trousers as he climbed, certain he wanted to give Deklan what he’d come for. When he made it to the upper level, Deklan was looking exceptional on display across the bed completely undressed. He was laid out on his back facing Oakland, his legs wide open and ready to accept Oakland’s eleven inch erection.
Oakland looked straight between those masculine legs, finding that enticing point of entry where he’d blast his semen that Deklan begged to carry without anybody knowing it was there. Oakland’s dick expanded just looking at the man. His arresting hairy chest and stomach had gotten Oakland again. It never failed. The thickening extension between his furry thighs had him too—his cock perfectly erect, beginning at those sagging nuts to the navel and beyond. Oakland couldn’t resist that impressive giant even if the day was extremely bad. He was drawn to Deklan’s body like a bear goes after honey.
Oakland finished stripping and lay down beside Deklan, kissing him passionately and rubbing his hands across his chest and abdomen. Oakland’s hand moved downward, bumping the tip of Deklan’s thickened erection.
“Now,” Deklan begged. “Do me now. I need that big beautiful black cock inside me. Shooting sperm. I don’t ever want to feel so far away from you as I did earlier at the house. Give me that part of you I can take with me.”
Oakland was just as enthused as Deklan was, but he battled with his conscience as though he was about to commit some type of crime. After all, Deklan was heading for holy matrimony in a few short hours with someone else, so that argument with his own feelings was well called for.
Looking down, Oakland positioned himself between Deklan’s legs, noticing his sex hole had already been slickened with oil. At that inviting sight, Oakland hardened instantly. He inched forward, giving his hips a slight push. Deklan’s body opened up, easily taking Oakland’s cockhead into hiding from the light outside.
Deklan’s rear end lifted, his legs spread wider apart and he moaned, “Oh, Gawd. So good.”
Oakland pulled out and pushed back in, going deeper than before, giving Deklan a few more inches, letting him sense there was a thick black cock going in his slippery manhole. Deklan’s face contorted, letting it be known he was feeling Oakland’s expansive dick digging in.
Deklan moaned and Oakland cried out, “So tight and hot.”
“Shove it in, Oakland. I need you,” Deklan whined. “No need to be gentle.” He looked Oakland in the eyes more lustfully than he’d ever looked at him before.
When Oakland had given Deklan a few inches more, he noticed him breathing heavily as if trying to catch air. He asked, “Are you okay, Dek?”
Gasping. “Yes. Yes. Keep going. I can take you. I want you all the way inside me. Ejaculating. I need you with me when I go. Fill me with your sperm, Oakland.”
Deklan sounded desperate. His expression had gone wild.
Oakland knew damn well it wasn’t easy to be gentle with a cock of his dimensions. His extreme size when fully erect wouldn’t allow him to plow into a man without gut-wrenching results. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Deklan with a rip roaring ramrod, but he also wanted to satisfy the man he loved, give him the gift he was begging for. Maybe Deklan could take eleven inches of hard steel up his manhole all at once. After all, it wasn’t the first time Deklan had let Oakland stick his dick inside him, however, the last time, he moved in gently, made certain he opened him up with care.
To ease the drilling, Oakland grabbed Deklan’s ankles and spread his legs farther apart. He watched his black dick going in, yet there was still a long way to go. He hesitated, backed out, then gently sunk in even further than before, letting Deklan get used to how several more of his thick chocolate inches felt.
“Jeez, almighty. That’s it. Go all the way,” Deklan ordered. “I want to feel you pound those hips into me.”
Oakland had given his full dick as ordered, the great internal sensation might have been what caused Deklan to throw his head back and moan to the point of almost sounding as though he was weeping.
Oakland slammed harder, burrowing all the way in, thumping deep like Deklan wanted. The black hair above his throbbing cock scrubbed against Deklan’s furry taint, sounding like crackling coals in a campfire pit. Oakland roared on every thump, gritty growling had gotten louder as he prodded roughly against his secret niche that helped stir up that great eruption.
Oakland changed his pace, moving inside Deklan nice and slow, massaging that magic spot to make him squirm and squeal.
“Give me more.” Deklan begged, his hips gyrating on Oakland’s thick black cock.
“Oh my Gawd, Dek.” Oakland could feel Deklan pulling him in, the man’s asshole eagerly sucking his dick.
“I love you, Oakland. I love you so much.” Deklan moved his hands to the sides of Oakland’s face, looking so deeply into his eyes, there was a moment that Oakland thought Deklan was looking right through him.
“Deklan, Ohmigawd. I love you too.” Oakland dropped his chest against Deklan’s, kissed him wildly while he power ground his cocoa hips back and forth against Deklan’s white bottom. With each probe in and out of Deklan’s butt, Oakland’s back continually arced, coercing his rock hard abdomen to lift and crash against Deklan’s.
They rhythmically rocked against each other, going from hard thumps to slow penetrating strokes. Oakland remained embedded.
Suddenly it happened.
Oakland buried his face in the pocket of Deklan’s neck and let go of a muffled roar. His passion was at its peak and he could no longer hold back his anxious release. His back bowed, punching his pelvis into Deklan’s taint, forcing his eleven inches of thick black meat to its deepest depth.
Oakland needed to let it loose inside Deklan. His body shook. The intense vibration of a raging thunderstorm raced through his body. He hoarsely growled in sync with each sperm loaded blast he shot into the asshole of the man he was penetrating. Oakland’s heart was pounding while his erection continued spitting feverishly. Breeding the man he loved, giving it to him the way he’d begged.
As Oakland ejaculated, he could feel Deklan’s warm clutch squeezing his erection—his semen deprived body pulling him in.
Deklan trembled and his shaky voice ordered Oakland to keep sliding in and out of him.
Before Oakland finished pumping spurts of pleasure into Deklan’s sexy butthole, Deklan’s erection perked up and stiffened. His groaning turned louder and his hair covered abdomen crunched inward. His body had gone firm and convulsed, a familiar sign he was about to ejaculate.
While Oakland was still emptying his own sperm inside Deklan’s body, he curled forward and took every bit of Deklan’s expansive dick into his mouth. He’d gone down the entire length until he felt him deep in his throat and the hair above his thickened shaft scrubbing his upper lip. Exhilaration swept over Oakland as he took in the aroma that fled from Deklan’s hairy pelvis. It was intoxicating and the masculine scent had blown his mind.
Oakland’s gulping throat held out a couple more seconds before retracing the same path he had taken going down his cock. He gently pulled off, toying with Deklan’s stone hard erection, sucking the swollen head, anticipating the explosion about to blast his mouth. He could hardly wait to swallow Deklan’s white boy semen. He’d tasted it before and he wanted it again.
Deklan’s body started to shake and jerk. His hips lifted, pushing his cock to the back of Oakland’s throat again. Deklan trembled. “I’m close, Oakland. Take me deep. Take it all.” His body tensed and his upper body jolted forward. “Swallow me, Oakland. I need you to swallow my sperm. Oh, Gawd, Oakland. Here it comes. Holee…eee…” His tone had gone gritty. His throat released a growl that surpassed the sound of rocky landslide. There was a bolstered moan, then a powerful blast of frothy semen.
A flare of heat showered over Oakland as Deklan pumped his first spicy stream against the back of his open throat. With each fruitful injection, Deklan’s erect organ throbbed against Oakland’s tongue, forcing his jaw to expand.
Oakland backed off for a split second, taking in a full breath of oxygen as well as squeezed out a much needed, “Omigawd!” A shot of sperm splashed his chin.
Eager for more, Oakland immediately returned to where he’d left off. Head bobbing. Cheeks concaved from his powerful suction. The taste of Deklan’s slick ejaculate was arousing as it repeatedly gushed in thick creamy streams across his tongue and down his throat. He hurriedly gulped, swallowing everything Deklan ejected, refusing to let him go, refusing to lose a single spurt, determined to suck his spitting erection clean.
Suddenly, Oakland pulled off Deklan’s cock.
“Jeez, Dek. I’ve got more.” Freezing in a hip locking position, back arcing, muscles inflating to the max, Oakland fell against Deklan and growled. Deep grunts belted in time with each spurt of semen into Deklan’s gripping manhole. He was heaving savagely as he kissed him, letting Deklan taste his own unswallowed ejaculate. As they kissed, their fingers entwined around each other’s and Oakland rotated them up and over Deklan’s head. They stayed connected from top to bottom, quaking until the last spurt of sperm had been pumped from both their nuts.
“Don’t give up on me.” Deklan tightened his grip, holding Oakland’s dick in place.
Oakland couldn’t move. He just laid on top of Deklan, breathing heavily, listening to the words that had been whispered into his ear.
Deklan’s legs had come around and locked at Oakland’s waist, keeping him firmly in place.
Sexually satisfied but sad, Oakland lifted himself above Deklan with most of his weight balancing on the heels of my hands. He maintained his erection, keeping it deeply embedded inside Deklan’s body. He looked down on Deklan who was looking up at him, his gaze intense.
The look of fear had draped over Deklan’s face, causing Oakland to weaken quickly. His shoulders shook and he started sobbing, not caring if Deklan saw what was happening to him. He was no longer tough or strong. He was losing somebody he needed in his life.
Through the sheen of tears, Oakland glimpsed at Deklan’s face. It had gone dismal with what appeared to be sadness and fear.
Oakland’s heart had gone sore from the ache he’d seen in Deklan’s eyes. They had welled up with vapor, and when he blinked, a lone tear trickled down his cheek and pooled in the network of his ear.
They lay fused for the longest time. Oakland on top of Deklan, connected as one soul.
Deklan softly whispered, “Having you sliding in and out of me so graciously was like the breeze caressing my skin. You felt incredible, Oakland, and I refuse to give you up.”
Chapter 34
Pacing the floor just minutes before his parental arranged nuptial to Gretchen commenced, Deklan removed the ring from Oakland’s shirt pocket hanging inside his and tucked the silver piece into the breast pocket of
the formal jacket he had on.
He was spot on dashing dressed in a crisp black coat and a pressed white shirt, but none of it mattered if Oakland wasn’t there to share it with him. He lifted his hand to his chest, placing it over the ring that had bonded with his heart. Knowing it would get blessed during his counterfeit wedding was more important to him than the actual wedding to the female.
His eyes had become irritated from extreme sadness, unable to think about anybody else he’d rather have at his side on the wedding platform other than Oakland. That void had caused his heart to break all over again.
Oakland heard the deep tone of wedding bells in the yard as if it was Christmas morning, indicating the dreadful moment was about to get started. He grabbed the time piece from the table where he’d left it earlier and stuffed it into his shirt pocket. He had no idea why he needed it, but had felt something old was best to take with him.
His anxiety was worsening, and his hands started shaking. He swallowed, still tasting what Deklan had left with him on his tongue.
Oakland climbed the wooden chicken plank to get the pendant from his bedside table, stringing it under his neck collar to keep it hidden. The chill of the metal against his bare chest made him flinch, but it quickly warmed to his body temperature and he’d soon forgotten it was there.
He buttoned his shirt to the top and slipped on an old gray tweed jacket that once belonged to his father. It smelled musky, but it was the best he had. The dingy jacket seemed suitable since he was off to see his boyfriend’s marriage to somebody else, and there was no point in dressing for the stage.
That thought was painful.
“Betty Lu, get back in the house,” Oakland yelled at the chicken as he opened the door to leave. “Silly bird must have thought she had a wedding invitation.”
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