The Prince of Almond Manor

by Gregory Jonathan Scott

  Oakland stood up and Jedidiah followed. They were the only two standing with the exception of Deklan’s angry father who stood with fisted hands and what looked like flames shooting out of his ears. Everybody else remained seated, stunned and gasping at what had just taken place.

  When Deklan arrived at the row Oakland and Jedidiah were seated in, he stopped, rolled a hand inward, wheedling them to follow.

  Excusing themselves, Oakland and Jedidiah squeezed by the people sitting in their way, joining Deklan in the aisle.

  Oakland had felt like a spectacle in a showcase filled with freaks.

  Remaining speechless or giving up any sort of explanation to the people staring at them, Deklan grabbed Oakland’s hand and threw an arm over the back of Jedidiah’s shoulder.

  They walked toward the door without looking back and Oakland was sure the many faces watching them leave exhibited expressions of curiosity as to what was going on between the three of them.

  Oakland could have cared less.

  Jedidiah might have cared less.

  Deklan conveyed an, ‘I don’t care what anybody thinks anymore’, look on his face.

  Either way, they still walked fast.

  Jedidiah pushed Deklan and Oakland out the door. “You two go without me.” He stood back and let the doors close behind him while watching the two lovesick gentlemen skip down the steps two at a time.

  As he had wished, they left Jedidiah behind and took off running hand in hand to the wedding carriage that was meant for Deklan and his brand new bride.

  The best thing was, Oakland had dreamt a carriage would someday take Deklan and him to paradise one day, but he hadn’t imagined it would happen the way it had. It was thrilling in a nerve rattling sort of way, just like the night they hit the kitchen up for an evening snack. That required a quick getaway as well and seemed to be the beginning of regular activity for the both of them. Mad lovers on the run.

  Deklan hurriedly pushed Oakland into the seat and hopped in beside him, kissing him quickly before snapping the reigns. The horse stomped and took off running. Where to? Who knew? Getting away from the Manor as quickly as possible was the ultimate goal. Dust lifted behind the carriage wheels, and every bump in the land jostled Oakland closer to Deklan’s side.

  It was a bumpy ride for a few minutes until Deklan surprisingly tugged the reigns to the left and turned the horse toward the barn.

  Oakland looked at him with a smile on his face.

  “Chadwick,” was all Deklan had said.

  Oakland was quick to respond to Deklan’s thoughts, scooting toward the carriage’s exit, ready to jump out and help Deklan round up his favorite Clydesdale.

  Before the carriage had come to a stop, Oakland pushed himself out, hitting the ground with a choppy stumble. As if rehearsed, he graciously rose to his feet, ran to the barn door and lifted the crossbar from the cradle.

  As soon as the barn door had been pulled open, Chadwick was discovered prancing in circles and bobbing his nose as if ready to take flight at the front of Santa’s sleigh.

  Oakland was astonished that the big animal seemed to know they were coming. It was amazing how the horse was telepathically linked to Deklan, like they were of one mind. They were best friends and could speak to one another by signals and grunts alone.

  “Chad, come,” Deklan hollered, rolling his hands over and over toward his chest.

  Suddenly, as if it all happened in slow motion, Chadwick backed up, pawed the ground and took a flying leap over the rail holding him secure. Beneath Chadwick, Oakland crouched to the ground, watching the great big animal soar above his head and land only a few paces outside the doors. Stunned, several moments had passed before Oakland caught his breath.

  While Deklan tossed the horse saddle into the back of the buggy, Chadwick trotted proudly, circling Deklan and nipping at locks of wavy hair on the top of his head.

  Deklan laughed as Chadwick tugged with affection the only way he knew how.

  “Let’s go, Chad,” Deklan said, patting his rubbery nose and pointing toward the clover field the horse knew well.

  Chadwick cantered ahead of the carriage and stopped. He looked back at Deklan as if thinking, “are you two coming or what?”

  Oakland and Deklan climbed into the marriage carriage and Deklan snapped the reigns.

  As they passed by Chadwick, the Clydesdale whinnied and chased after the buggy on wheels.

  The further away from the Manor they rode, Deklan slowed the carriage. The ride had become peaceful, and the mellow bounce of the carriage was as relaxing as a rocking baby cradle.

  Oakland reached for Deklan’s hand and held it, scooted closer to his side and shimmied under the arm Deklan had draped over his shoulder.

  Deklan grinned when he said, “Now this is how it should be. You next to me in this, Just Married, wedding carriage.”

  Glancing to his right, Oakland found Chadwick walking beside the carriage as if he’d been tethered to it, the entire time keeping an eye on Deklan and him. There hadn’t been a moment noticed where Chadwick looked away, and to find a horse passing no judgement on two men falling in love had Oakland wondering why the human race couldn’t see life the same way a pet had. Animal’s, supposedly classified as the lower life form, had no issues with who hung with whom, and Chadwick loved Deklan no matter if he was with a male.

  They’d arrived at their hideaway, and before getting out of the carriage, stared out across the lake for a few minutes. The place was peaceful and the stars above reflected off the surface like tiny sparks begging for attention.

  Deklan jumped from his seat first, and like a gentleman, held out a hand to help Oakland down.

  As if Chadwick had a plan of his own, he head bumped Deklan from behind with his nose, and since the horse’s sneaky idea at playing matchmaker had come as a surprise, Deklan tripped forward and fell into Oakland.

  Chadwick snorted at what he’d done before casually trotting away for a drink of water from the lake. It was interesting how a horse could change its thoughts within seconds. One moment the animal was frightened or whatever, and the next it was content and eating straw.

  Deklan pinned Oakland against the carriage and whispered he loved him. Immediately after, as if he couldn’t wait another moment, lunged into Oakland and kissed him long and hard, grinding at his cocoa mug with a rotating jaw.

  Oakland had taken Deklan’s kiss, unwilling to let him go—his Prince’s warm breath had filled his lungs. He held Deklan at the waist, both hands pulling him closer. He whispered, “I love you, Deklan. I never want anything like that to ever come between us again.”

  “It won’t.”

  Oakland backed away, one eyebrow lifted. “Promise?”

  Addressing a permanent promise with body language, Deklan gripped the back of Oakland’s skull and pressed their lips together so tightly he hadn’t left any room for him to breathe.

  Chapter 36

  Other than Chadwick and the horse that pulled the carriage, Oakland and Deklan were the only two who seemed to be left on earth. Even the lake appeared untouched, the smooth glassy finish reflecting the moon from above.

  Lying on the ground together beneath a sky full of stars, Deklan commented, “You look deep in thought. What’s on that mind of yours, my handsome prince?”

  Oakland rolled onto his side to face Deklan and released a few fasteners on his boyfriend’s shirt. He laid a hand against his exposed chest, petting hair. His tone was but a whisper, “I can’t believe what had just taken place, that you put a stop to your own wedding for me. Right in the middle of the ceremony.”

  Deklan’s hand moved to Oakland’s cheek as he shifted to his elbow. “I couldn’t help myself. It’s you I am in love with. I reached that nerve constricting point where I would have self-combusted if I’d gone one more second into that arranged marriage. That pivotal moment opened up the opportunity to put a stop to the madness, and if nobody had plans to speak out, it was going to be me. I could tell you were about to
take that break too, and I couldn’t let you take on the burden. I couldn’t go through with the sham, Oakland, nor was I going to let another day go by without you permanently in my life, holding you in my arms, kissing you, feeling every part of you, putting and holding myself inside you. Sharing everything I have. I love you, Oakland. You. Not anybody else.”

  There was a film of mist that had covered Oakland’s eyes the moment Deklan mentioned he couldn’t live without him. He’d realized several days earlier he’d have died without him too, and had the same reaction of living a tortured life if he’d gone another moment watching the man he loved move on with someone else. He muttered, “I was fighting with my own anger watching the two of you together, Deklan. It was terrifying and unnatural to witness. You were correct by noticing I had that same plan on my mind. If you hadn’t spoken up, I was seconds away from full disclosure myself. I hated the fact you were getting away from me, and I couldn’t let anyone have what had become a part of me. The love I have for you is so strong, I feel like half a man if you’re not next to me. I’m sure you understand.”

  “Completely I do, Oakland.”

  “What made you decide to speak at that moment instead of days earlier?” Oakland asked.

  “Because I was trying to make my parents happy, doing what I thought was right by what I’d been told and made to believe was the proper way to live. I know deep down, their way of life isn’t for everybody. I fulling realized that during my march down the aisle and the ring in my pocket had begun to buzz, causing my gaze to shift toward you. That there was the slap in the face I needed and the true sign from above telling me not to pay any mind to the voices around me, but to follow my heart. The closer I’d gotten to the ‘I thee wed’ part of the ceremony, the fist grip on my chest had gotten tighter. I could hardly breathe and I knew there was only one way to fix my aching heart. I had to confess. Confess my love for you, and I hadn’t cared how it affected those who wouldn’t agree. I had to be happy, Oakland. I was tired of feeling so miserable and disconnected all the time. I decided I had to be me, and if being who I am and with the man I love, then everyone else would have to deal with the misery they are putting upon themselves. It makes me sad to know I’ll never have my parents’ full acceptance or ever hear them tell me they are happy with my love life. If my family can’t receive me as I was born, then I suppose I never belonged there in the first place. Life is challenging enough without having family on the hate wagon, too. But I suppose I sort of have them to thank for how this all turned out. If they hadn’t come up with such a silly plan, I probably wouldn’t be with you today, holding your hand. I’m with you now, Oakland, and that’s all that matters.”

  Although what Deklan had said was truth, Oakland found it difficult to hear his gloom. He needed to cheer him up, help him forget about the despair of life he’d almost fallen into. After all, they were together as one, and nobody could take that away from them anymore. It would have to be an, ‘until death do us part’ situation to tear them apart.

  Oakland removed his clothes and helped Deklan take his off too.

  “I see you have a plan I like.” Deklan smiled.

  Oakland positioned half his body over one side of Deklan’s, laying with him quietly on the ground. He’d heard a sigh of relief come out of his boyfriend, the man’s contentment with their position prompting a closer bond.

  Oakland ran his hand across Deklan’s chest, down his treasure lined abdomen and along his inner thigh until he reached the hot spot between his legs. He fondled Deklan’s warm sagging scrotum, rolling the heavy nuts in the palm of one hand, lifting the low hanging sack to expose Deklan’s sphincter. The spot inviting—hot and hairy.

  Deklan lifted his knee. He moaned.

  Recognizing a desired invitation, Oakland slid his hand further between his boyfriend’s legs and gently inserted two fingers into his warm hole, sliding them in and out, feeling the wetness of sperm he’d ejaculated into him before the ceremony. “Is that my..?”

  “Semen?” Deklan interrupted. “Yes. I’m still carrying what you injected into me. It was my reminder of who I really wanted walking that aisle with me today. I wasn’t doing it alone."

  Oakland inserted a third finger, massaging and pressing upward against Deklan’s prostate, hearing delightful whimpers while keeping watch on how the Prince’s body reacted to what he was doing. Understanding his own desires, Oakland knew just how to punch that magic spot, stroking and applying the finest pressure to intensify the male orgasm. It seemed to be working. The deeper Oakland had gone, the more Deklan’s whimpering increased. His sex hole flexed, sucking his embedded fingers in.

  Deklan inhaled, tossed his head back and let out a pleasured cry, “Omigawd, your fingers are incredible. Jeez, that feels good right now. I’m gonna ejaculate all over you if you keep that talent going.” His dick throbbed, lifting and dropping against his abdomen in time with Oakland’s pumping hand.

  Oakland leaned into Deklan, feeling his deep breathing against his lips. He whispered, “Not yet, sexy man.” He sluggishly pulled his fingers all the way out, laid back in the cool grass next to Deklan and gazed up at the twinkling stars.

  “Jeez, Oakland. How could you?”

  Oakland’s mood had shifted from what it was earlier and he chuckled. “Trust me Dek, I know what I’m up to. You’re dick is rock hard and my ass is irritably ready.”

  “Clever man.” Deklan rolled over, comfortably positioning himself on top of Oakland, kissing him roughly. He dropped between Oakland’s legs, hard cock pointed straight at his active hole. “I can’t wait another second, Oakland. I need to spear you.” Tightening his abdomen, Deklan’s pelvis pushed forward.

  Oakland lost his breath. It wasn’t from shock to his system, but from thorough mind blowing pleasure of Deklan’s dick trying to get in. His boyfriend’s dick had felt incredible burrowing in before, and at that moment, Oakland wanted Deklan’s full erection filling him completely, not ceasing until the head of his cock had reached his chest. He spread his legs wider, submitting to the man he desired.

  Over top, Deklan looked down on Oakland, held still a moment before pushing his dick into his black butt. He added spit, but Oakland’s resistant sex hole wouldn’t let him beyond his sphincter. His cockhead remained half exposed, the tip only hidden away. He laughed beneath a scowl.

  “What’s so funny?” Oakland stared weirdly at Deklan.

  “Your hole is too dry and tight. I can’t get my dick in.” He gripped his cock, added more spit and wiggled it forward with excess pressure.

  “Hold onto that eager monster. I have an idea.” Oakland gripped his erect dick and started stroking, slowly at first but soon turned into a speed demon. Deklan watched, stroking himself as well.

  Oakland’s face had begun to change, then he whined. His stroking hand stopped. His body stiffened, followed by a pleasured whimper. He held his breath deep in his lungs and tugged on his tightening nuts. Soon after, a single spurt of semen sluggishly oozed from the slit of his dick and pooled in the gutter below his sternum. He shuddered and then lay relaxed, let out a sigh and said, “There you go. Self-drawn lubricant.”

  “That was brilliant and a joy to watch,” Deklan seemed amazed at the idea, reached for Oakland’s semen and slathered the head of his dick. “Okay. I’m so ready. Spread those legs.”

  Without sparing a second, Oakland’s legs had gone wide open and he felt Deklan’s dick slipping in. He grittily groaned, “Omi-gawd.”

  “I agree. Oh. My. Gawd. What you just came up with was incredibly sexy. This process has me about ready to ejaculate.” Deklan bowed his back, forcing his cock into Oakland’s rectum. “Yeah. The head is in. You’re nice and slick now. How does your own sperm feel being pushed into your butthole?”

  “Incredible. Who would have thought? Keep going. I want you to add yours.”

  “For certain. You’re gonna get it.” Grinning, Deklan moved his oversized erection in and out of Oakland with slow lasting strokes, popping the spe
rm slickened head out and back in again. He groaned and huffed, “I’m… Omigawd… your asshole feels splendid. Jeez. Here comes the sperm you want. Omigawd. So intense.” Deklan’s body had immediately gone rigid on top of Oakland. Every muscled bunched and expanded. His face contorted and turned red. He roared, “I’m… shooting… up your hole.” He yelled profanity with each thrust. His thrashing body pumped sperm like a shotgun into Oakland. One forceful blast after the other.

  “Give it to me, Dek. Load me up.” Oakland cried for it, stroking his thick black dick, jerking in time with Deklan’s cocky jabs, feeling every prod.

  Semen oozed out of Oakland’s butthole, spitting noisily around Deklan’s dick.

  Deklan muttered, “So much sperm. Super slippery. Omigawd,” he moaned. “I need to go all the way in. Brace yourself.” Deklan plunged his slickened cock deep. His fleecy pelvis scrubbing against Oakland’s taint.

  Oakland cried out, “Ga-yaaaah. Yeah. Give me that hard post. All of it. Saturate my hole with your sperm.” The overwhelming sensation caused Oakland’s toes to curl, and the feeling intensified when Deklan’s hand roamed lightly across his chest. A twist of the nipple shot sparks of pleasure clear to Oakland’s cock. It throbbed in his own grasp. He hollered, “Gawd. Yes. Don’t stop. Go all the way. Pound me. Flood my hole.”

  Rolling his hips into Oakland, Deklan forced his cock further. “I love you so much, Oakland. I want to go as deep as I possibly can and stay there forever,” he honestly spoke.

  Taking every bit of Deklan, the punishing pleasure made Oakland gasp, practically lose his breath. He whimpered, “I love you too, Deklan.” He cried for more. Couldn’t hold back. He needed all he could get from his man. He hooked a hand at the nape of Deklan’s neck, pulling him down into a ravaging kiss.

  Deklan’s rhythmic thrusts clutched hold of Oakland with extreme exhilaration, pushing him to that place of desired frenzy. Oakland’s entire body stiffened, every muscle inflated and had gone rock solid. His eyes clamped shut and then he growled. Trembling from the intense orgasm, his prostate seemed overactive, squirting an extreme amount of semen between their tightly pressed torsos, his eruption spreading clear across Deklan’s chest and his.