by Johnny Miles
“Thank you.”
Alonso stepped close to him and wrapped his arms about his waist, encircling
him.
“I wanted you to have a real gentleman's shirt and a good pair of pants,”
Alonso proudly explained. “That way, when you're on your horse, and you're keeping
watching over the other slaves in the field, everyone who sees you will know…you
are in command.”
Arbol tossed the opened package on top of the bed and wrapped his arms
around Alonso's neck. Their lips met, and Arbol relished the heat of his lover's body.
He felt Alonso's cock begin to respond and rub against his own. Their tongues
battled furiously as their breath became erratic, and they stripped each other
without ever breaking their connection.
When at last Arbol spread his legs and felt the hard, throbbing shaft pushing
fervently, finally penetrating, Arbol gasped and whispered harshly in Alonso's ear.
“I love you, Alonso!”
Alonso's response was to kiss him deeply, his tongue thrusting even as his cock
did.
* * *
Later, as the rest of the house slept and the dim light from the lantern
flickered, the two quietly shared a piece of birthday cake.
“You never mentioned. How is your father?” Arbol sat up, legs crossed.
“Nana says he's better.” Alonso lay on his side.
“And…you don't think so?” Arbol asked cautiously, licking his fingers.
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“No. It's not that.” Alonso sighed, devouring the last of the piece they shared.
“It's just that I want to stay here. With you. We've barely had enough time to get to
know one another with everything that's happened. And now that we're starting to
get close…”
Arbol leaned forward and kissed Alonso's lips lightly.
“Nothing would give me more pleasure. I would gladly give up this room—the
clothes you gave me—if you would stay. But if your father thinks it's best to go
home and take care of business in order to set things in motion…”
“That still doesn't change the fact that I'd rather stay,” Alonso protested.
“You'll be back in a year or so.” Arbol caressed Alonso's face.
“Trying to get rid of me already?” Alonso joked.
“Never,” Arbol replied, and they stared into each other's eyes, enjoying the
silence, the nearness.
“I'll count the hours until I'm back and we're together once again. In each
other's arms,” Alonso said after a while.
“Let's not think about that,” Arbol said, his voice a low, rasping whisper.
“Right now I want you to make love to me.” Arbol kissed Alonso, naked and
beautiful.
“No,” Alonso replied, his voice just as husky. Arbol looked curiously at Alonso
even as he felt Alonso's hands pull at his body.
“This time,” Alonso explained, “you're making love to me.” The slight sheen of
sweat on their skin made them stick to one another.
“Like this?” Arbol asked. The two of them were tangled in each other's arms.
Alonso was on his back with Arbol on top, and he enjoyed the heat of Alonso's
hands, the fire behind his kiss, and the burgeoning erection once more.
“Yes. Like this. So I can see your eyes when you take me.”
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And as Alonso gave himself for the first time—as Arbol penetrated him with
fire in his blood and passion in his heart—they rode each other, hips rising and
falling until Arbol felt as if they had fused together.
Alonso was tight. Making love to him was as painful as it was exquisite and
beautiful.
Their bodies writhed, the speed of their undulations rising. Arbol felt the
familiar sensation. It was so much more intense on top. It sent shivers down his
spine, and his body tingled. Even the healed scars on his back seemed to be overly
sensitive.
Arbol looked down into Alonso's eyes, and it was as if he could feel his soul
entering his body even as his cock entered Alonso.
“Pr-promise me something,” Arbol said almost breathlessly.
“Anything,” Alonso replied, his voice harsh and urgent.
“Promise me…you'll come back.” Arbol gritted his teeth.
“I promise!” Alonso hissed with desire, bit his lower lip, then howled as he
came. He thrashed and bucked beneath Arbol. “I love you!”
Arbol kissed Alonso deeply as he came, quietly moaning into Alonso's mouth.
And moments later, as he spooned Alonso, Arbol heard a small voice in his
head.
Tomorrow he'll be gone!
But it was all right. For now he still had Alonso in his arms. And that was all
that mattered. Arbol cuddled Alonso even tighter and drifted off to sleep.
Document Outline
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two