Oakland walked tightly at Deklan’s side as though they had been tied together by rope, holding his hand the entire time, nearly squeezing away its blood flow.
Chadwick was still grazing as though he hadn’t eaten for weeks, having no worry in the world except for making sure his stomach was full.
“I want you in the front this time as we ride. I need to hold you.” Deklan leaned into Chadwick and gripped the reigns.
There was no argument from Oakland about taking the front. He liked the idea of Deklan’s strong arms wrapped around him from behind, keeping him securely in his place.
Deklan turned Chadwick around and Oakland climbed on first, the saddles handle jacking up the bulge between his legs when he scooted forward to leave space for Deklan comfortably in the back.
Deklan wormed a toe into the fendered stirrup, grabbed the handle and lifted himself into the saddle behind Oakland. “You okay up there?” he muttered into Oakland’s ear.
“Doing well,” Oakland replied. He found it comforting having Deklan positioned behind him, even though the strain on his scrotum and dick was taking a beating and any more pressure would cause a pitch change in his voice.
Reaching around front of Oakland, Deklan cupped the bulge in his pants with a single hand, even though normally two would be needed. Rubbing gently, he asked, “You sure about that? I do not want that beautiful bulge sustaining damage.”
Chuckling, Oakland replied, “Perfect.”
“That it is.” With one hand full of nuts, Deklan wrapped his other arm around Oakland’s waist and tucked three fingers inside the front of his shirt. “Now it’s even more perfect,” he said, giving Chadwick a gentle squeeze to the ribcage with his heels—the signal to start walking.
While they rode on horseback, feeling every footfall Chadwick made, Deklan rested his chin on Oakland’s shoulder—his scruffy cheek firmly against his ear. “I like holding you, Oakland.”
“It is soothing, I’ll admit.” Oakland could feel Deklan breathing as his chest pumped against his back. He tunneled his fingers into his shirt over Deklan’s and held his hand.
Within a split second, Oakland felt defeated. A nauseous sensation had come over him the moment he thought about the ignorant people who were about to take the love of his life away from him. He’d just finished lifting Deklan’s spirits, only to feel his own spiral downward as if he’d just been pushed over a mountainside cliff. Oakland turned his head and kissed Deklan, hopeful to hide what he was feeling and put both their worries to rest.
As if Deklan had sensed fear, he pulled Oakland tighter against his chest and whispered, “As long as we have each other, we’ll be okay.”
Oakland stayed quiet and let his handsome prince hold onto him.
Chapter 26
Instead of heading to the river as earlier mentioned, Deklan led Chadwick to a secluded lake somewhere in the middle of the woods that Oakland hadn’t known was there.
The lake was a place so far away from everywhere they’d ever run away from, it seemed as though it was their very own private kingdom. A secret place. One only a moment from the sun that nobody but them could touch.
Oakland’s adoring actions needed no words.
His fairy godfather would be proud.
Deklan tugged the reigns and Chadwick stopped.
Oakland looked everywhere, as though he was taking in the pine and cedar scented air around him. “This place is stunning. I’d lived here my entire life and had no idea this oasis was even here. The grounds look untouched.”
With his cheek pressed to Oakland’s, Deklan hugged him with both arms. “I found this a while ago and knew someday I would share it with someone extraordinary, and that person is you, Oakland. This could be the place we call our own. A secret hideaway we can come to and be together whenever we want. Nobody else but us. What do you think?”
Oakland was wordless. He only stared straight in front of him.
Deklan gripped Oakland tighter and gently rocked with him. “What do you think, my love?” he asked again.
“Yes. Our secret place. Of course.” Oakland stammered, but Deklan could sense he was finding it a bit troubling that a private hideaway was needed to be together. It wasn’t right, nor was it fair, but sadly, it was the way the world wanted it. Deklan was definitely in love with Oakland and if a hidden valley was what it took to be with him, he was going with it.
Oakland’s mirror man had told him the relationship would be a struggle, and so far, that magical man had been correct. Oakland had broken out of his trance and mumbled, “Sorry. I just find this place so striking. It’s incredibly tranquil. A place right out of heaven.”
Deklan tossed the reigns over Chadwick’s head and they dangled to the ground in front of him. His muzzle followed the straps and he started eating grass.
Deklan rounded his leg over the horse’s rear end and jumped down. “Your next, my handsome prince.” He held both arms out to lure Oakland into them.
“You’re going to catch me, right?” Oakland cartwheeled his leg up and over the horse’s mane, putting himself sideways in the saddle.
Deklan started by placing his hands on Oakland’s thighs, then securing them at his waist as he slid down the side of Chadwick until his feet touched ground. He leaned in and pinned Oakland’s back to the horse with the weight of his body and kissed him.
Slowly, Deklan backed away and took a deep breath. “Omigrace, I love you, Oakland. I can’t even explain how much I do.” He’d gone in for another kiss, more ardently than before. His eyes closed, his hands connected with Oakland’s chest, feeling the beat of his heart thumping at the rate of a running rabbits.
Backing away, Deklan had taken Oakland’s hand and navigated him toward the water. “Let’s go for a swim and forget about everything.”
Oakland had gone along with Deklan’s plan, tripping over his own feet like a love punched schoolboy. They had come to a large pine tree where its root system had given way and the surviving trunk extended gracefully out over the lake.
They had taken turns removing each other’s clothing, Oakland unbuttoning Deklan’s shirt first, exposing the hair blocking his perfect chest. His palms caressed slowly as he worked the shirt up and over his broad shoulders. He tossed it into the wind and it drifted like a fabric kite, coming down over the leaning tree trunk.
Deklan had then taken his turn, slipping the suspenders over Oakland’s shoulders, letting them drop freely at his thighs. It cleared the way for removing his shirt, strangely unbuttoning it from bottom to top. It was Deklan’s quirky way and might have been what made Oakland smirk. He clutched Oakland’s shoulders and dove in for another kiss. There was a charge between Oakland’s legs that had pushed with force against Deklan’s own erect dick.
Deklan unfastened the clasps that kept Oakland’s pants in place, eager to get at his semi-hard dick. It sprung free, banging against his thigh before slowly rising. “There’s my boy, or wow, I mean my man.” Deklan grinned as he took Oakland into both hands and squeezed. He indicated ultimate liking for Oakland’s black cock when he commented, “This beautiful thing is so damned thick.”
Oakland had returned the favor and untied Deklan’s fly, and like that of a caged bull, his heavy dick busted free too, flopping out of his pants, protruding thickly to the right.
Oakland dropped to his knees, taking Deklan’s pants with him. “How about I swallow you whole?”
“Jeez, yes. Go on. Give it a try.” Deklan laid the oversized head of his white dick onto Oakland’s extended tongue, and it had taken less than a few seconds for Oakland to close his lips around the shaft and start sucking, his cheeks expanding and yielding each time Deklan’s plumb sized head moved back and forth across his tongue.
Oakland moaned with each wet stroke, taking Deklan’s erection deeper with each forward slide. He continued until the entire shaft of white meat had gone all the way down his throat, proving he was professional at sucking his boyfriend’s dick, not choking once.
; Looking down, Deklan cried out, “Jeez.”
The whites of Oakland’s eyes had expanded as he looked up and saw Deklan grinning. He pulled off his cock and gasped for air. “No good? Should I stop?”
“Gawd, no. That mouth of yours is incredible. Keep it up and let me coat your throat.”
“Why you showing off a toothy grin right now?”
“When you took me all the way in, the hair above my dick had given you the best looking mustache I’d ever seen on a black man. You were looking mighty good right then with a hairy brown lip.”
Oakland chuckled and felt relieved. “If you enjoyed it that much, I best get back to it so you can see it again.” He’d mentioned in so many words that Deklan was hairy in all the right places, from his impeccably groomed chest to the velvety hair surrounding the base of his erection.
The more Oakland swallowed him down, Deklan’s facial expressions continued changing, contorting madly with extreme pleasure. A few growls had been released as the man on his cock sucked harder than before.
“Gah, Jeez,” Deklan growled. “You sure want my semen splashing that throat, don’t you?”
Oakland couldn’t answer at that particular moment, and the way he was sucking on every inch of Deklan’s dick, he might have been more thrilled about swallowing his sperm than the Prince had known. The suction nearly blew Deklan’s mind. Oakland was doing well, going at it even harder, acting as though he was determined to swallow every bit of ejaculate before letting go of his thick white cock with the plumb sized head.
The sexual drive Deklan had for Oakland helped him forget about the upcoming event. His breathing had become erratic, caused by his oncoming orgasm, and before it all ended too soon, pulled back to catch wind. The head of his cock slipped from Oakland’s mouth with a wet pop.
Oakland looked up and gulped, “I’m not done.”
“Neither am I. But there’s something I want to do with you,” Deklan said as Oakland stood.
It was noticeable that Oakland was observing every part of Deklan’s body, ending with a long hard stare at his square bulky chest. Deklan stared back, moving his hands to Oakland’s jaw, down his neck and skating over every inch of his blocky chest. “Omigrace you are extremely beautiful, Oakland.” He kissed him quickly on the lips and at a snap, had taken off toward the lake. As he ran, hollered back, “Let’s swim. No clothes allowed.”
Just like that, Oakland followed, running straight into the water at the same speed, holding his junk—that damned freakish two handed burden had gotten in the way again.
As Oakland ran, Deklan grinned with his gaze pinned on the stunning black man running toward him, watching every muscle bunch, taking in the fact the man could be his if the world wasn’t so set on how a person’s life was to be lived.
Deep down, Deklan adored every part of Oakland, from his sidewinders smile to his enormous feet.
They swam to a deeper part of the water where the surface rippled level with their chests. The tiny waves pricking at them sounded like musical bells being tapped by a metal pick. The moment was glorious, one Deklan knew himself he wanted to last forever.
Oakland and Deklan had both taken a few quick dives, mostly adjusting to the water temperature which had first felt cold on the initial entry.
“Come closer,” Deklan commanded, combing his wet hair away from his face with cupped hands.
There was a moment that Oakland seemed to have hesitated, as though he was teasing or wondering if he should take the relationship further than what they had. Deklan immediately reached out and pulled him to his chest, looking intently as he laid a hand to Oakland’s cheek. “We need to figure a way to be together, Oakland. Not just here in hiding, but always.” He kissed him.
Oakland whispered, “We will, Dek. I promise.” His body leaned into Deklan as if the water from behind had given him a push. Their chests pressed tighter against the other and the kiss had gone deeper that time.
Passion had taken over and they began to spin, the force of the turn lifted Oakland higher above water as if riding the wave.
Soon after, Deklan slowed the spin, and when Oakland ascended, he was centered perfectly for penetration—Deklan’s skyward erection tapping at his sex hole as the shifting water wrestled with it.
The moment Deklan felt Oakland coming down, he lifted his hips into him. “That’s it. Let me in, Oakland. I need you to take me one more time.”
Oakland’s reaction was complete with tremors. It must have been his enthusiasm and unrestrained pleasure coming from Deklan’s thickening erection pushing its way inside him. Deklan bent at the knees, then moved upward until every possible inch of his cock had been buried as far as it could go inside his stunning black man.
Oakland gasped as his body trembled.
Suddenly there was a noise that hadn’t come from either of them.
Oakland stiffened and pulled his mouth off Deklan’s. He breathed, “Bollock’s. What was that? Footfalls?”
Deklan held his breath, his hardened cock weakened, partially snaking out of Oakland’s sex hole. He whispered, “Not sure. I thought this place was secluded. Thought we’d forever be left alone out here.”
“Omigawd, somebody saw us.” Oakland panicked. He lowered himself until the water met his chin.
“Maybe not. Stay down.” Deklan spun, holding out a hand.
“Omigawd,” Oakland repeated. Then he screamed.
Deklan shouted, “Jeez.”
They laughed.
“Damn Deer,” Oakland griped.
“At least we’ll have pets when we come here.” Oakland faced Deklan after watching the deer take off into the trees. “My heart,” Oakland whined. “I think it stopped.”
“I can start it up again. Follow me.” Deklan relocated to shallower waters, bringing Oakland with him by the hand, laying him back on the sand and climbing on top of him, water washing over their extended legs.
After settling from that heart rushing moment, Deklan’s cock had gotten extremely hard all over again. He was seconds away from ejaculating and needed to be inside Oakland when it happened. He clung to Oakland, separating his legs with his own knees, and dropped neatly between them.
Sexually frustrated beyond anything he’d ever imagined, Deklan pushed his nine inch leaking dick against Oakland’s sex hole and moaned, “Oh my gawd, Oakland. I need to ejaculate. I’ve gotta stick my dick into you. Like… right now.” He ran his hand down the deep gutter of Oakland’s abdomen and took his stiff black cock into his hand. “Jeez! So do you. You’re dick is like a stone.” He stroked Oakland’s erection, his palm becoming wet with pre-drizzle ejaculate. He transferred it to the head of his own dick and rubbed it in.
Deklan licked his fingers, the scent and taste of Oakland’s semen nearly pushed him over the edge. “I really need to shoot right now. Inside you. Hurry. Open that hole for me.” By the time Deklan finished begging, Oakland’s fingers were circling and poking at his eager asshole, softening it for the intrusion of Deklan’s big white dick.
Deklan pushed his hips into Oakland, bumping into his hand and feeling the silkiness of his stretched out sphincter grabbing hold of the head of his dick. “Oh my Gawd, you feel good. Hurry up. Let me in that hole.” He was hyperventilating. Losing his mind. He needed to spurt. Every second counted.
Oakland’s legs were already wide open—his fingers pumping in and out of his dark chute in a hurried motion. “Ready, Dek. Fertilize me. Hurry.”
The suction sounds Oakland’s fingers had made while they punched in and out of his asshole made Deklan even more sexually frustrated, and he was on the verge of ejaculating, fearing he wouldn’t get his dick inside Oakland’s butt in time. “Jeez, I’m so aroused.” He grabbed hold of Oakland’s ankles, spreading one leg out to the side and lifting the other over his shoulder. His butt crack opening right up, exposing his tight black hole.
Oakland ordered, “Shove it in. Hurry. Shoot your seed in my-yaaah.” At that moment Deklan sunk his cock into his man’s slick c
hute with one smooth move, burrowing deep. All at once. Even though he was nuts deep, he heard Oakland cry out for more, pleading for his thick white cock to plow the hell out of him, begging for his semen to be blown up his sex hole. Oakland had turned noticeably enthused once Deklan was inside him, massaging his internal walls into what seemed like a sperm shooting frenzy.
Oakland’s squealing and ass sucking sensation motivated Deklan even more. He moaned, groaned and growled like a fanatic. Pulled out once and shoved his cock back in, slamming his hairy pelvis into Oakland’s butt cheeks so hard, he nearly bumped his cock rider clear into the forest.
“Take it!” Deklan shouted like a madman. “Oh, Gawd.” His hips ground forward in short thrusts, uncontrollably becoming glued to Oakland’s rear end. His body tightened, turning solid. He couldn’t breathe at first. His entire body buzzed from his whirling orgasm. His head felt like it was going to explode. He grittily groaned, “H-here it comes. Gah. I’m shooting. Jeez, that butthole. So hot. Suck the sperm from my dick. Yeah. Suck me off.”
It happened that fast. Deklan’s erection had gotten the best of him. He blew his semen inside Oakland’s butt chute, immediately sperm filling his manhole after the first two drilling strokes. He roared louder. Voice echoing. Nearly causing fish to fly from the lake like birds.
Oakland was whimpering, his voice cracking, “Aaah-Yaaaah! Oh, Gawd!”—his body squirmed and jerked under Deklan—“cock ream my hole. Make me lose it.” He sounded wild, practically weeping.
Deklan’s hips forcefully pushed into Oakland, his entire body holding stiff as he ejaculated. “Oh, my Gawd. Take… my sperm… UHNG!” His pelvis continued jamming into Oakland’s butt, uncontrollably thumping as if a magnetic force was pulling him in. His body wouldn’t let him pull out if he wanted to. He kept spurting his seed as if he’d never empty. Fertilization was definitely taking place. “Uhng. So much semen going in. Take it all.”
Oakland cried and coughed as if Deklan’s sperm had shot clear into his throat. He gurgled, “Gawd. So good. Keep reaming me.”
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