The Prince of Almond Manor

by Gregory Jonathan Scott

  “Hello, Love.” Deklan kissed the top of Oakland’s head and scrubbed his tangled hair with his scruffy cheek. “Your warm suggestive body has me stiff and ready to put it in you all over again. I can’t seem to get enough of that beautiful ass now that I’ve had it.”

  Oakland hadn’t objected. He immediately rolled over onto his back, taking Deklan with him, positioning the man’s magnificent body over top of his. Oakland ankle locked his legs around Deklan’s waist and placed his hands against his strong hairy chest, the soft hair soothing his fingertips as he gently stroked it.

  They kissed with greeting tongues.

  Deklan rocked with moderate grace above Oakland until his erection freely slid inside him again. It happened that easily.

  Oakland’s breathing had turned to short gasps when he felt Deklan slipping in, burrowing deep, the man’s thick invasion feeling extraordinary.

  Passionately and slowly, they moved together—Deklan rhythmically rocking on top while Oakland shifted to his beat beneath him. There was groaning and moaning, wet tongue tied kissing, but most of all, talented internal stroking that led to all male body flooding discharges.

  Oakland gushed heavily across his chest at the same time Deklan power squirted deep within his backside. Oakland could feel his Prince’s cock expanding with every injection, as well as sensed each spurt had been aligned with a grunting growl that sounded angry. He heard Deklan holler a few, “Oh yeah’s and Oh gawd’s,” indicating the raspy growls were more pleasing than not.

  They concluded with a long bottomless kiss, and discovered their chests had been bonded together by Oakland’s sticky semen before it cooled and ran clear.

  “You are so sexy,” Deklan commented as he pushed himself up and balanced himself on the heels of his hands above his favorite man. Oakland’s clearing discharge somersaulted through the hair on his chest and dripped down his torso, sparkling like diamonds from the reflective light of the full morning moon outdoors. He confessed to Oakland, “This is probably a foolish thing to say since you seem to thoroughly enjoy my stiff dick sliding in and out of you, but pardon my eagerness to climb on top of you again. I couldn’t help it. I needed to feel myself inside you one more time before I left.”

  “Why are you apologizing? You must have known I wouldn’t have said no. I’ll always be ready for you. No questions asked. Couldn’t you feel how starved my body was to suck the semen out of you?” Oakland smirked, then turned serious. “We fit seamlessly, Deklan. I really believe we are meant to be together. No query about that.”

  Deklan rolled his hips into Oakland one more time and held still, burrowing his dick as far as he could make it go. “Where did you come from, Oakland? Where did you come from?”

  Throughout that night, they had exchanged real love and kept it going well into the morning, giving each other a part of themselves that neither had transferred with anybody before. Their hearts and their souls collided exactly at the time they were supposed to—sharing and giving life to one another. They offered their body’s with intimate love and by doing so, a part from within them traded places. It was their body’s distinctive way of joining their souls as they were meant to.

  “You feel incredible, Oakland. I could stay inside you forever. It’s like a closeness I’d never felt before and never want to go away.”

  “It won’t go away, and the strength of that connection will bring you back to me.”

  “You can bet your chickens on that,” Deklan added. “I suppose… as much as I regret leaving your hind end right now, I better get home before the rooster announces the rising sun and my parents find out I made love to the servant boy in the barn all night long.” Deklan chuckled while slipping free from Oakland’s exultant body.

  The void Oakland felt at the very moment Deklan withdrew had made him literally feel empty inside. He’d been left with a lonely feeling as he watched the Prince get dressed.

  Deklan kissed Oakland softly on the lips and whispered into his open mouth, “I’ll be thinking about you all day long, and ’til the next moon rises in the sky, my love, hold my essence within thee and keep me in your visions.”

  Oakland weakened.

  Deklan departed.

  Chapter 19

  “What are you doing in my bedroom?” Deklan crept through the door at five in the morning and saw his father standing there.

  “You don’t question me? This is my house,” his father testily reacted. “Where have you been all night? I know you weren’t here where you belong.” His fists tightened into hard balls. His breath leaked out like it was stuck there for a week or more.

  “I was out,” was all Deklan said.

  “That isn’t answering my question.” Dante moved closer to Deklan, his eyes pinched closer together, a tight knot at the center of his forehead.

  “What more do you want to hear from me?” Deklan ticked. He kept the facts to himself, above all, the part where he had his sperm shooting erection stuffed up inside the servant man’s ass out back.

  “I want you to be honest with me.”

  “I am being honest with you.”

  “You are not.”

  “I am too.”

  “You were short.”

  “What?” Deklan wondered.

  “Yes. Short.”

  “I don’t even know what that means?” Deklan huffed. Exhausted and wearing out from all the bantering back and forth with his father. “I don’t want to keep doing this.”

  “Doing what?”

  “Arguing with you.” Deklan tossed his thick belt into the chair next to the fireplace and then dropped into the one next to it, his skull pressing against the seatback, gazing at the ceiling as if trying to find a way to fly through it.

  Moving in front of Deklan, blocking his view of the fireplace, Dante worked at reasoning with him. “You need to listen to me,” he pleaded. “This world isn’t kind and everybody here will try to hurt you by what you are doing.”

  “They need to mind their own business.” Deklan squeezed the arms of the chair, anger escalating. “I’m not doing anything wrong.”

  “But they won’t mind their own business, Deklan. Don’t you understand that?” Dante stepped closer to Deklan, appearing more concerned about him than Deklan thought.

  “It’s time they minded their own business.” Deklan leaned forward and dropped his head into his hands. “We of all people are in a position that can change the way people think. We are very influential in this forsaken town of ignorant fools.”

  “Is that what all this is about?”—his father asked—“you and Jedidiah trying to make a change?”

  “No, Pop’s.” Deklan looked up. “I can’t help the way I am or how I feel. I’ve known I was like this all my life—as far back as I can remember, or back when I actually realized what it was.”

  “This is preposterous.” Dante’s fists returned to knots of steel. “You can’t? It’s not right.”

  “What do you mean it’s not right?”

  “The whole foul boy liking boy’s stint.” Dante waved a finger up and down at Deklan. “It isn’t natural.”

  “It is to me. I may not be like you, or anybody else, and mostly what I am not, is foul.” Deklan turned away. “I’m disturbed you even chose that word as a label for your own child—makes me wonder what else you think about me. For your information, there isn’t a spinning wheel I can just rotate that’ll change the way I am. You may not believe this, but I was born this way. I’d always known that. When I was eight or nine, I wanted to hold a boy’s hand instead of some bratty little girls. At the time, I hadn’t realized what that meant, but when I was about twelve or thirteen and looked back on all the thoughts I had at a younger age was when I’d realized the nine year old passion to hold Johnny’s hand instead of Nelly’s was actually a crush for that boy.”

  Dante appealed, “There is no such spinner that needs to be spun, because you are not supposed to like men the way you do.”

  “There’s more to love than boy m
eets girl, father. I’m proof of that. Ladies and their vaginas just aren’t for me.” Deklan faced him, angrier than before.

  “Deklan. Enough. There’s no getting through to you right now. The marriage will go on as planned.” As if he were a child, Dante stomped across the floor, carrying out his tantrum for not getting his way at that opportune moment.

  Deklan stood up and blocked his father from walking out the door. “Let me ask you. Do you love mother?”

  His father turned. “Of course I do. What kind of a senseless question is that?”

  “Hear me out and answer me this. Stop right now. Don’t love or care for mom anymore as if she never existed and replace her with a man.” Deklan pierced his father’s eyes with his own. “Could you do that?”

  Dante stammered, “It’s not the same thing and you know it.”

  “Sure it is,” Deklan pointed out. “It’s exactly the same. You cannot change the way you feel about love toward another person any more than I can, because it is in your nature to love her, a female, and it’s the way it’s meant to be. For you.”

  “You’re right. That is the way it’s meant to be. A man with a woman. You are coming to your senses. Good to know.”

  “You’re missing the point, father,” Deklan tried to reason, disturbance evident in his tone. “I’m talking about internal souls, not the exterior vessel. Two souls meant to be together. And no matter how hard you try to separate them, you cannot. They will always be drawn together even if the tallest wall is built. One more thing—God doesn’t differentiate man from woman. You’d told me that yourself. So why should we distinguish in the human form? We’re all equal souls to him with slight modifications to our bodies in order to progress with his plan to populate the planes. If I wasn’t meant to be here as I am, he would have made me differently. I’m exactly the way he wanted me to be, and I, you, nor anybody else is supposed to question or make any changes to his reason for doing what he’s done. I am perfect in his image and so are you.”

  Sir Dante spoke no words. Just stared. That of which had given Deklan the impression he might have gotten through to his father regarding same sex romances. Deklan’s mind and body wouldn’t work any other way than how it was intended to function.

  Deklan watched his father walk out of the room quietly. No word had been spoken then either, not even a good bye. He wasn’t quite sure what to think of that.

  Should he be thankful or should he be worried?

  The message Deklan was able to illustrate for his father was clear and made a lot of sense. He was infatuated with another gentleman and he would do anything to keep from being separated from that man, or crucified while keeping and loving him.

  Deklan wondered what Oakland was thinking at the moment. Was he fantasizing about having him in his arms again, kissing, entering, and loving him the same way he had the night before? He knew how much Oakland liked his body, wondered too if he wanted the warmth of his hairy chest pressing against his silky brown skin again?

  Deklan could tell Oakland’s smile that morning was that of extreme fondness, perhaps even love, and Oakland was probably feeling more connected to him since he was carrying a part of Deklan inside him and those deposited treasures were joining his soul.

  Chapter 20

  The morning breakfast routine was in motion when Oakland unexpectedly stumbled across Deklan in the kitchen for the first time ever since he’d been working at the Manor. He knew that visit was no coincidence, had understood Deklan purposely planted himself there for good reason. It had only been a short while since he’d seen Deklan, but the man was as good-looking as he remembered—that face was downright too handsome for Oakland to forget.

  When Oakland spotted Deklan standing next to where he needed to pick up the buckets of scrap, he politely asked him to step aside, looking him in the eye for a brief moment. He glanced at the man’s well-built chest peeking through the tie backs of his partially open shirt, remembering how good the soft hair felt pressed against his skin, fighting the urge to reach out and run his hands through the feathery silk.

  It was challenging for Oakland to act as though he didn’t know Deklan, caring nothing for the fact their extremely close friendship had to remain a secret. Frankly, the few times Oakland covertly glanced at Deklan, all he wanted was to kiss those lips and have at him the way he’d done in the evening past.

  Oakland’s heart ached just thinking about how truly far away from Deklan he was, even though the man was but a few feet from his side.

  Taking a risk, Oakland brushed a shoulder against Deklan’s chest as if by accident, and with that covert move, came the man’s rugged scent that hit him like a hand across the face. If he hadn’t turned away, he’d never regain his senses and gone into black erection overload.

  For the first time with added reluctance, Oakland removed himself from the kitchen, and without surprise for reasons obvious, nobody misbehaved with a plunging foot to his rear end that would send him cartwheeling out the door. Oakland was grateful for the bootless bottom, however, repulsed by those slippery mice only playing when the pussy cat was away.

  Oakland wasn’t sure what was going to happen next, so going back to his chicken coop and pretending everything was as it had been before he kissed Deklan on the mouth was what he needed to do. Out of all the people Deklan could have, Oakland thought it was crazy he was the one person in the crowd of many the Prince had chosen.

  Could the day get any better?

  While Oakland hung out in dreamland, he was snapped back to reality when he sniffed the space around him. “Pee-yew” he bawled. “What on earth?” There was an offensive odor in the air that was elevated by his overheated body. Whishing it was the animals that smelled bad, but it was he who desperately needed a bath.

  Working in the morning sun ripened him beyond fruitful. He swore he hadn’t rolled in the stuff, but the rancid air around him thundered otherwise.

  Grabbing a cotton towel and a detergent bar, Oakland had taken off for the river. His joyful whistling kept him company until he reached a place more secluded than usual.

  Instead of tossing his clothing as usual over a tree branch, he wore them into the river. Unconventional he knew, but found it easiest to achieve a speedy wash and rinse of both body and cloth.

  After the scrub and dip, he removed his clothing and swam to a shallow part of the river where he floated face up to absorb a few moments of isolation. The day was brighter than usual, providing undeniable exposure to every bit of his man sized features. A little part of him hadn’t cared if anybody saw him like that, but his more modest conscience kept him on slight alert.

  It hadn’t taken long before he started thinking about Deklan, hoping he’d show up to have a peek at what he mentioned was a body of magnificence. Just thinking about it made Oakland stiffen.

  Admittedly, Oakland found satisfaction by the way Deklan showed interest in every part of his black body, especially the well-endowed bonus he’d come across between his thighs. That craving for a big black dick was a no brainer the moment Deklan saw its glory and again when taking its full length down his throat with minimal complications. At that first mouth filling encounter, Deklan had mentioned he was up for the great challenge of swallowing him whole, even if choking on it was part of the deal. The guy hadn’t done too badly on his first attempt, pulling off the massive task like a champ. A semen saturated throat meant a job well done.

  Oakland’s dick was bigger than the average chap to the point of looking freakish. His extreme overhang had always left him feeling a bit self-conscious, and because of that, he’d done whatever he could to conceal his big black whopper from being a spectacle put on display.

  Glancing around while floundering on his back, Oakland checked his surroundings before running his soapy hands across his bulky chest, down his rock splitting abdomen and over his eleven inch dick, wishing the entire time Deklan was there doing it for him. He stirred just thinking about the man’s slippery hands stroking up and down his entire
form, jacking his thick black dick, maybe taking the bulbous head into his warm mouth. Those thoughts triggered a rise in his male extension, turning it stone stiff. It climbed heavily up the gutter of his abdomen.

  Once more, Oakland lathered his entire body with the lavender bar, then rinsing it away as he crawled to the edge of the river on his hands and knees. Small rippling waves carried the bubbly soap away. He laid his head back against the grassy bank while letting the rest of his naked body soak in the sinuous water and absorb the sun in the sky above. He was content from the lavender scent, feeling compelled to close his eyes and relax.

  “Well hello, good looking.” Deklan had shown up as if he’d come right out of Oakland’s split second fantasy nap.

  Oakland blinked to clear his vision while fumbling with words. “W… Oh. H-hullo.” Turning onto his knees, he scrambled to cover his swinging organ with both hands—his never ending challenge.

  “No need to change your position for me.” Deklan chuckled, covering his mouth to hide his striking smile while staring at Oakland kneeling naked in the river. “Damn, you’re memorable.”

  “Thank the heavens it’s you,” Oakland said as he stood up, shifting his hands to gather as much of what he could behind both hands. Even though Deklan had seen him without clothing before, Oakland still had half a mind to cover himself up. There was something about the daylight that made everything look differently than how they appeared at night time. The eminence of light accentuated every bulge and plane. “Why are you still laughing?”

  “You’re cute.” Deklan dropped his hand from his mouth.

  “Cute?” Oakland tipped his head. “I look silly is what I think.”

  “Nooo, you look cute.”

  “How about handing me that towel?” Oakland reached a hand to Deklan, anticipating a party of two instead of a towel.

  “Actually, I could use a bath,” Deklan said, and then started by unlacing his boots that led to unfastening his belt.

  Oakland’s dick started swelling while he watched Deklan unbutton his shirt and take it off. The man’s splendor was more than Oakland could handle and there was no stopping the reaction that had become more and more evident as moments passed. There was no chance at that point with concealing anything between his legs. It was a no win situation. A major erection on the rise, determined to bust the gates that had held it hostage.