The Prince of Almond Manor

by Gregory Jonathan Scott

  I’ll never forget that night as long as I live and I don’t think Deklan will either.

  Chadwick still seemed to enjoy taking Deklan and me everywhere we needed to go off the Manor’s property, including trips to our most memorable spot—that perfect pear tree secluded in the middle of an overgrown field of tall grass and cloves. We still continue to share our love beneath that tree from time to time. In a crazy way, I believe our releases that had gotten away from us and hit the ground might have helped that gorgeous tree grow so fruitful. It had become the most luscious one in the pasture, gorgeous fruit every blossoming season. We both noticed the change since we’d been ejaculating beneath it so frequently. It seemed to be one of the best trees there, and hadn’t produced a single bad pear yet. I swear. The fruit juices sooth my throat as much as Deklan’s semen does, rather tastes like him too. I swear, again.

  There was a day under that pear tree I won’t ever forget. That time as we sat in the nude tenderly kissing, something had gotten into Deklan. He spun on his knees and pulled his crack open with a clawing hand, presenting his firm ass to me in a way he never had before.

  “Go ahead and use me, Oakland. Any way you’d like,” he sort of ordered. He had a look in his eyes that was sinisterly, made me think he was up for anything, even if I’d given him something surprisingly unusual.

  I wasn’t sure what he was really up to. I could have asked what he was thinking, but I felt like surprising him as much as he had caught me off guard with his open butt crack in my face.

  I reached out and put a hand to his small, hairy, deeply dimpled butt cheek and caressed it, pushing it away from the other so I could see his starry knot. His bum felt as it always had, yet that time seemed brand new. He lowered his chest to the ground as if he was submitting to me, giving me the power to do whatever I wanted with him. Take his body. Join his soul all over again.

  I hadn’t given one thought to hesitating and advanced with what he might have been looking for. My heart beat faster and if my flesh weren’t so dark, he’d have seen the blush of red rushing to my anxious face.

  He pulled a bit harder at his butt cheek, spreading himself open more. Understanding he wanted me to explore, I went for his manhole faster than a hummingbird flits to a hibiscus flower dripping nectar.

  I dragged my fingers across his ass, rubbing my palm along the inside of his crack, massaging the globes of his butt, parting his cheeks and exposing the hole hidden beneath a grove of dark fur. I played, enjoying the softness of his sphincter combined with the roughness of the hair surrounding it. The feeling was masculine and all I wanted to do was go to town on that ass. Fingers, dick and face. Whatever. I just wanted in.

  A snap idea had come to me—something I’d never done before and one that just might blow Deklan’s mind. I wanted to give him a new experience, show him I would do anything to please him, and see if I could work him into such a sexual frenzy, he’d ejaculate without a single stroke to his cock.

  He followed my direction by getting on his feet and leaning into the tree as if he were hugging it. He looked at me over his shoulder with smiling eyes. I dropped to my knees behind him and dug my tongue into his asshole like I was going for the nectar in the deep center of a tulip flower. The lavender and spice tang made my taste buds tickle. I heard him moaning as he pushed his butt against my face. My tongue licked and burrowed in and out of him. I liked what I was doing. I was getting hard. I kept going for several minutes longer even though my jaw had begun to ache.

  I eventually snaked my tongue from his slickened knot and moved off his hole, flicking it down the furry trail to his hairy nuts that hung low beneath him like two ripe peaches, quite large and responsive by the assault of my lapping tongue. I sucked one in and tried for both.

  “Jeez, Oakland. Gad. Amazing.” Deklan squirmed, legs spreading wider, his hands flat against the tree trunk in front of him.

  As I twisted my shoulders through his opening legs, licking my way to his hard dick with the mushroom head, I jammed a few fingers into his butthole, sinking in to the last knuckle. He back thrusted and gyrated his ass, expelling growls and moans that sounded like complete pleasure. He seemed so eager for more of my hand. I gave it to him, thrusting it in and out of him with a twisting motion, expanding his chute, keeping it going so I wouldn’t need any oil to get all eleven inches of my throbbing cock inside his sex-hole. After a few more minutes, I was ramming four fingers inside him, practically stretching him open with my entire hand. I pumped my fist, kneading his pulsing prostate with four hooked fingers, the concentrated jolts had made his dick ooze. I immediately swigged it up as I sucked on the bulbous head, eager to extract more semen from his heavy nuts.

  The harder I slurped, the louder Deklan groaned. He dragged his words, “O-oh, Gaw-aawd. Doe-oen’t stop. Jeeeez.”

  Before he had a chance to ejaculate, I rotated onto my knees behind him and rammed my dick straight into his willing chute, deep dicking him to the point I felt his ass sucking on me, making my erection expand to its maximum size. Thicker as well as longer. He took me like a master bottom man.

  As I cock reamed him like I was busting stone, I reached under and clutched his nipples, pinching and tugging the same way I liked done to me, hoping to send orgasmic flashes to his rock hard cock.

  It seemed to have worked.

  I sensed his asshole clenching down on me, eagerly sucking my erection into him like a fish was taking in water. His entire body quivered so intensely that the pulsations charged clear to my bones, all while the powerful rectal suction worked my dick until it felt as though my black swinging nuts would be pulled through my body and into his. I was stuck to him, no way of pulling out. His body seemed determined, as if breeding was the goal.

  The more I screwed him, the more I wanted him.

  I sounded bossy when I told him to get down on his hands and knees.

  Back in position behind him, I spanked his muscled rear end as I plowed his hole, each time I smacked him, his grip around my dick had tightened. It was so good. So intense. I was so close. My pelvis was buzzing, and the sparks of my orgasm shot to my asshole, damn near ready to catch fire. I ripped my dick out of him, smeared pre-ejaculate around his hairy hole and quickly shoved my black rod back in. I was shaking like an old man with the palsy.

  He whined, “Shoot me with your love.”

  “Oh, Gawd. Here it comes.” My ass cheeks tightened, forcing my hips forward. I fell against his back and grunted. My spine arced, pushing my stiff dick deeper. My cock expanded and contracted as I ejaculated into his slick hole meant for sex. I heaved and pumped—dumping load after load into his butt like I wanted. Like he wanted.

  I viciously yelled, “Take my seed, Deklan. Sweet cock sucker, take my sperm.” I had gone wild. Lost my mind. Lost control of every bodily function. I couldn’t hold back my spurting semen or the words I blurted out. He had me so sexually aroused. His beautiful body. His cries of pleasure. The grip he had on my dick. All of it combined had pushed me to the edge.

  He thrust back onto my dick as I skewered him, hollering for me to dig deeper, thrashing erratically as if his body was about to implode. I had him bursting apart as I power spit one load after the other inside him.

  He pumped several spurts of semen clear beyond his head, hitting the trunk of the pear tree we were facing. The thick gobs oozed lazily down the bark. His head flipped back so sharply, I swore he nearly snapped his neck. As he ejaculated, his ass continually slammed into my hips, pulling my cock into his spasmodic hole. He felt tight to me, but should have been looser since I’d just torn up that manhole with my eleven inch pole.

  His grizzly roars turned to heavy breathing, then wheezing whimpers that changed to quieter puffs. He seemed whipped.

  As soon as we recovered, our twitching bodies finally resigning, we dropped to the ground in a body locked lump, kissing again, caressing, and expressing tender love as if the rebellious encounter hadn’t taken place.

  I was physically spent—exhau
sted beyond comprehension. My topping skills exceeded my expectations, and I seemed to have pleased Deklan beyond what he had expected.

  It turned out Deklan was one incredible bottom man that day, seemed to love taking my dick and anything else I could stuff up his ass. He probably hadn’t realized a good butt plowing from a man he loved could be enjoyed that much.

  Before I pulled out of him, I heard him say, “That was the most incredible sensation I’d ever felt.”

  My reply to that was, “I aim to please my man. What part was your most preferred?”

  “Well… all of it. The surprise tongue attack was sensational, and of course when your dick went in, that there sent me right over the edge. Where on earth did you come up with kissing my asshole?”

  I laughed at his astonished expression. “It just came to me, figuring a wet tongue might be better than a few dry fingers. Ya wanna know a secret?” I glanced at him.

  Deklan looked intently at me. “Sure. Shoot.”

  “I might have enjoyed doing it as much as you seemed to like having it done. Did you?”

  Deklan had a huge smile on his face when he admitted, “I loved every bit of it. Jeez. I can’t even explain how fabulous that was. When I do it to you, you’ll understand what I mean, completely.”

  I lifted my head with a surprised appearance on my face, eager to be tongued, but first commented on his choice of words, “Fabulous? Never heard that word from the mouth of a man before. I’m going to use that. Hope it sticks. And, I’m gonna hold you to that ass kissing. Since I love your dick so much, I’m certain I’m gonna like your tongue.”

  “You can count on it. I want to see how you react.” He kissed me, and we both dropped to our backs, looking at the sky.

  As for the lake, Deklan and I had been slowly clearing a place for our new home. Chadwick had been a big help when it came to sowing the field and lugging the heavy timber and stone. His intelligence was quite elevated for a horse, making me wonder if the mirror man found a place within him where he could keep an eye on both of us. That man popped into my thoughts from time to time, leaving me wondering what had happened to him.

  Regarding the progression of our home on the lake, it was taking some time, but slowly and surely we were getting closer to the finishing touches.

  My dream house with Deklan would be a cozy home, with a porch we could sit on beside the dog and the cat while overlooking the lake out in front of us. The stacked stone fireplace on the inside would be a nice perk for when those cold winter nights crept up on us and cuddling with my handsome man would require a little more heat.

  Deklan’s father had plans to hand over the plantation to him and me, in which someday we would own and run. But truthfully, the two of us would prefer to make a home of our own. Until that donation day arrived, we were building the house of our dreams on that secret lake while living together in the upper wing at the Manor.

  Yes, I said together.

  We are a family and I love that I’m able to sleep with Deklan, share my body with Deklan, and love Deklan every day and every night.

  Times were changing, but unfortunately not fast enough. We still had to kiss and hug when nobody was looking. That part of our affair was quite trying and I found it strange that people saw us as doing something immoral. Other people’s thoughts on same sex affection wasn’t going to stop me from loving Deklan. He belonged to me and I’d do whatever it took to keep him by my side.

  I’d love to marry that man, my soul mate, the love of my life, my friend—let the world see how much I love him, but society and the written constitution won’t allow me to take a husband. From what I could tell if that would ever happen, neither I nor Deklan would see the day.

  Giving in to what the world dictated, we laid low and kept to ourselves, however, secretly considered ourselves married, called each other husband’s, and let the outside world go their way.

  Deklan and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other, or hold ourselves back from sexual intercourse. It was an addiction, and if I couldn’t have Deklan ejaculating inside me, leaving behind the pure evidence he’d entered my body, I’d curl up and die. I needed him that badly. All the time. There was no separating us.

  My pulse always picked up speed whenever Deklan was near me. It was an uncontrollable reaction. I loved him so much that whenever he was away and out of my sight, my heart hurt and the ring on my finger would actually buzz. That proved to me the magic of our undeniable love was alive and real—no matter what most of the world seemed to believe to be wrong.

  WE WERE BORN THIS WAY. Meant to love. Plain and simple. And I’ll never, ever ever, understand why the human race doesn’t get it.

  Deklan was mine, I was his, and we were going to live happily ever after. Forever.

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Gregory Jonathan Scott was raised in the small town of Belmont, Michigan, survived the city of Grand Rapids before relocating to South Florida.

  Growing up with a creative imagination and an artistic ability to sculpt another world was the starting point that hailed the goals of writing, which ignited the desire to captivate readers with short columns pertaining to art. From there, it continued. Finding the joy of writing, along with an artistic hand, had given Gregory Jonathan Scott inspiration to design and write M/M romance & erotic novels.

  Gregory Jonathan Scott is currently enjoying air conditioned living with family and pets in a scorching village off the coast of South Florida.

  Other work by

  Gregory Jonathan Scott

  TAKE TO THE SKY Trilogy

  INTO THE HEADWINDS – 2ND BOOK

  TAKE TO THE SKY – 1ST BOOK

  Stand Alones

  SHAKEDOWN

  iNtense ATTRACTION

  Encouraged by sparks

  Crashing into love

  the Prince of Almond manor

  (Previous version; The plantation affair)

  heartbreak beat