Sunday, July 12, 2015


Tonight, one way or another Alejandro would have Armando.  

Lightning illuminated the room. A moment later, thunder exploded outside their lodgings.

His surroundings fluttered as obscure as his contemplation.

Yes, this is a night for flesh and lust.

Armando entered the cabin while he sat on one of his trunks, brooding.

“Are you all right? You seem tired. Do you want a goblet of wine?” Armando sounded intrigued more than concerned.

“Sure, why not.”  Alejandro watched as Armando found goblets and fetched the wine, kicking a pillow to sit before him.

Armando wore a tricorn hat, a long pheasant feather as adornment. Apparently, he forgot to take it off as he entered their cabin.  Alejandro removed the hat slowly, enjoying the beautiful chestnut hair, he tousled it a little using his palm. Armando smiled, offering him a goblet.

“Thank you.” Alejandro received the drink without smiling.

“You’re most welcome."

Ah, how much I treasure his voice.

Rain poured —a sudden, constant drum.

“Do you hear that?” Armando’s tone was one of sudden happiness. “I love rain!” He stood up and hurried to slip off his doublet and waistcoat, then kicked off his shoes, almost rending the stockings in his desperation to get rid of them. 

“What are you doing, Armando?”

“Come on, get undress. Let us shower in the rain!”  Armando discarded his clothes like a mad man.

What a childish thing to do!

Armando took Alejandro by the wrist, pulling him up. “Come, mi cielo. Do this little, silly thing for me.” 

Alejandro could do nothing, except surrender whenever Armando uttered those words.  Armando helped him to get his clothes off, and they ran like boisterous children to the upper deck.

Mauricio had ordered to put the sails down. A sailor fiddled while the others sang a beautiful, happy song, working the ropes on the masts.  Armando began to sing along, jumping in the puddles —a raucous child.

Love surrounded Alejandro as he saw his man in such a merry mood. He liked the rain too, but for quite different reasons. Rain always reminded him of tears, a moment to stare into nothing and relax, definitely not to make the puddles splash.

No wind, just water —falling strong— accompanied by lightning and thunder. The rain, deliciously cold, made the garments glue to his skin.

The men singing, Armando skipping and hopping, the water running down his body, all together activated something long forgotten inside him. The chorus of the song was easy to grasp; he went to Armando and, holding his hands, started to jump in circles with him, singing the old song.            

Alejandro did not care if the sailors saw them as crazy hidalgos acting like children. There was something innocent and pure in the atmosphere. The elements were conjuring a truly primitive spell. He felt loved. Above all, he recognized happiness again; an emotion he had lost early in his life. 
Mauricio grinned at them from the forecastle as he supervised his sailors.

Alejandro thanked Fortuna, for they were on this ship, commanded by such a captain. In a way, the dark man had been a protector of their love, and he wanted to recompense Mauricio. He knew exactly what would be the most appreciated gift.

He would address that later.

The sailors had finished and they stopped too, panting, full of contentment.

“What a joyful moment!” Armando had an unreadable look in his eyes. “Let us go down to change, before we freeze.”


They knelt on the floor of their cabin, facing each other. Armando thought his little peacock was the most alluring thing in the world while he removed curly wet locks from the handsome face. “I love you. Like I never thought I’ll be capable of love.” His voice came out hoarse, full of passion. The moment he’d been waiting to give his body away had arrived.

Because this man already owns my soul.

“Allow me to do this for you.”  Armando started to unlace Alejandro’s wet shirt. Stroking the soaked shoulders, arms, and hands, Armando slowly pulled up the shirt. As he pulled up, he caressed the young flesh, the ripped muscles. Shortly, he stopped by the armpits, rubbing them, applying his thumbs in circular motions.

Alejandro moaned, his body dreamily trembling.

Armando finished the removal squeezing the biceps and forearms little by little. Then he put the shirt aside and traced Alejandro’s masculine features, his fingertips on fire. He outlineated the collarbones, and Alejandro peered at him with the most adoring eyes. Innocence and lust twined in those hazel gems.

Armando ducked for a nipple, sucking and giving soft bites. His wet hair dripped over the muscular chest. He tasted rain as he trailed toward the other nipple. 

“Please take your shirt off.” Alejandro uttered almost like a supplicant’s whisper; feathery strokes teased Armando’s nape. 

“Go ahead. Do it for me.” Armando answered in a murmur and attacked the hardened nub again.

Alejandro pushed him, using a light touch and settling him on his back while removing the shirt. The striking mozo contemplated his massive chest, devoted, coasting over his pectorals with open hands in adoration. Alejandro petted him as one would a long-lost mascot resurfacing from the past. 

Armando's cock jerked when Alejandro started to rub his beautiful face on the soft chest hair. His emerging stubble was the most erotic thing Armando had ever experienced.

“I want you.  Please don’t stop me tonight.” The young voice floated grave, need permeating it. He leaned over Armando on all fours, his long midnight hair a curtain separating their faces from the world.  His gaze was intent, almost as in prayer.

“I won’t stop you. Tonight, I’m going to be yours completely.” Armando whispered.

Thunder rumbled outside.

Alejandro kissed his lips, his chin, his neck, and kept trailing all the way down with fluttering kisses. The wet hair tickled Armando’s sides, but instead of made him giggle, this fueled his desire. His little peacock fumbled to unbutton the soaked breeches, then small clothes. All unfastened, Alejandro yanked everything down to Armando’s knees with one desperate motion. The engorged cock landed heavy on his navel.

Alejandro gasped. 

In response to the greedy glint inside those hazel eyes, Armando’s cock twitched happily. His lover squeezed it with one hand and completed the garments’ removal, tossing them away.  Alejandro neared his face to the aching member; first, he stared, a questioning look marring his features, then studied the girth, eyes avid. He dragged his nose along the shaft inhaling, his pupils growing darker and darker as he maintained eye contact with Armando.

Divine lashes fanned out as Alejandro closed his eyes and engulfed the member, drowning it in delicious warm, working the crown for a moment and perfectly swallowing it all afterward —the suction glorious. One hand held the shaft; the other teased Armando’s hole using a wicked digit.

His body aflame, Armando wrestled to hold back. He did not want this to end quickly. His need was to pleasure Alejandro too.  He lifted his torso, resting on his elbows. “Amor, I want your cock.” 

A puzzled expression assaulted Alejandro as he opened his eyes, staring at Armando, “In your mouth?” He tried to change his position to straddle Armando’s face in a way that he could keep sucking. Apparently, Alejandro forgot he still wore his breeches.

Armando stopped him. “No. Where your finger was.” 

The look on the chiseled face was priceless. “But I have never...”  Alejandro blushed profusely. “I’ve never entered a man before, and we have no lubricant.” 

“There is a bottle in that black chest.” Armando pointed.  “Take your breeches off and fetch it. I want to see the rest of your lovely body.” 


Armando noticed that Alejandro’s blush had deepened if possible. “Get the oil. I will light some candles. I was hoping to do this during the day, when everybody was on the decks.”


“But the weather is helping us.” Armando laughed, bestirring himself to fetch the candles.

Alejandro wore an astonished expression admiring Armando’s body, then he stood up, taking his breeches and small clothes off in clumsy haste.

More lightning.

Armando peeked at his lover.  The golden skin was perfect. His hardened manhood jutted from a nest of black curls. Armando changed directions and went to Alejandro. “Nothing is little about your little demon, why the name?”

More thunder.

Captivated, Armando grabbed the engorged, burning pole, pressing it against his in a strong grip with one hand. The other hand clawed one of his lover’s taut globes. “Actually, I think we’re almost the same size... indeed you’re kind of bigger.” He chuckled, nibbling one ear. “I’m sure you are going to rip me apart.”

“Why are you mocking me?” Alejandro lamely tried to push him away. “What makes you think I want to penetrate you? That is not my role.”  His deep voice had a mix of anger and agitation — confused indeed.

Tensing his grip, Armando grinned. “Because I want to be yours, as much as you are mine. Therefore, I want you inside me to receive your seed, as much as I want to be inside you.”  He kissed Alejandro lightly on the lips. “That will be our gift to each other, a first time for both, mi cielo.”  He had noted the effect the last two words produced in Alejandro every time. Both cocks were oozing relentlessly. He juggled them, a deliciously overwhelming friction. “Get the oil.” He tapped the hard cheek and released Alejandro’s little demon.

Armando lighted a couple of candles, and because they were almost dried, he went directly to their makeshift bed.  There was enough light in their space for him to appreciate everything. He wanted to enjoy it. Be lost in the dazzling sight of the younger man. He settled on his back with his hands clasped behind his head, his cock hard as a rock, leaking.

At his feet, Alejandro stood; the young body was a masterpiece, somewhat smaller than Mauricio’s, although utmost desirable.

“How?” Alejandro dangled the oil bottle a little between his fingers.

It was the concoction for virgins. In principle, Armando was still a virgin. No cock had been inside him.

“Mauricio.” Armando answered frankly, trying hard not to grin too much.

Alejandro pressed his lips inward. 

He loved when his little peacock did that.

“Did he...” A hint of pain floated in Alejandro’s voice.

“No, Amor. Didn’t I say that it would be a first for both of us?” Armando sighed.
Alejandro arched an eyebrow.

In a flash, Armando jumped from the bed and knelt in front of Alejandro, face-to-face with the succulent manhood. There is nothing little about this. He thought, heady. His nose buried in the soft curls, Armando inhaled the licorice aroma. He felt Alejandro trembling again. He licked a side of the shaft, tracing a wet line up to the purple crown, and gulped it.

Alejandro groaned and grabbed Armando’s head using both hands; the bottle of oil poked his skull softly. Armando sucked for a couple of minutes, fondling the sac and savoring the moisture escaping from the slit. He stood up.

“Try this?” Armando shared the sugary fluid with Alejandro. “Why do you taste so sweet? He rubbed his cock against Alejandro’s.

The young man stammered. “I-I have no idea.”

Armando lay back on the bed again.“Well, let us have that sweet thing inside me.”

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