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ACCORDIA When the new government came into power last year, things for us went from bad to worse. Even before the rise of twenty-first century terrorism, our country was not exactly the model of diversity or freedom of expression. But when the United States was attacked by religious fundamentalists, the people here kicked out the last government because they felt it was too lenient with "deviates". I am not talking here necessarily about what is considered by many as sexual deviance alone. No, I mean cultural deviance of ANY kind. I am not defending the old regime by any means but at least under their administration, we were only minor outlaws, at most, what we do with each other, was a severe misdemeanor. That all changed after 2001, and we, unlike the United States of America, are not even a remote target from the assassins from the Levant. Nevertheless, after the attack on the US, all of the small Muslim community was expelled from Accordia; given 24 hours to leave with whatever a person could physically carry. Segments of the Jewish and Christian communities were also asked to leave, those individuals whose religious practices and beliefs were considered too "extreme" for the government's tastes. Certain political, artistic, and philosophical disciplines went out of favor. Their books mysteriously disappeared from the shelves of libraries and public schools. |
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Homosexuality became a felony punishable by
death. What the GENERAL public did not explicitly know, but suspected after
certain details leaked out, was that the individuals convicted of the
"crime" were tortured and beaten before they were executed. This was
designed to teach other would-be "perpetrators" not to be so foolish as to
indulge in their "vice" or "proselytize" others to do so. So you can imagine that the lifestyle that some of us continued to engage in was a major risk. But to ask us to stop just because a government wishes to rule by demonizing a portion of its own citizenry is tantamount to asking us to stop breathing. You can hold your breath for just so long but eventually you are going to give in to what you need. Most places where our "tribe" were likely to meet became as closely hedged in by "security" as any train station or airport. Policeman were stationed in all public restrooms. Most bathhouses were closed down. Known gay bars and other establishments where "homos" might meet or congregate were also shut down. These things happened mostly in big cities that had once upon a time been known for their liberalism. They also occurred in small towns and villages but to a lesser extent since provincials were considered "safe, right-minded" people who would police themselves. Several months ago, I succeeded in getting a programming job in one of these towns. Thankfully I was not a famous or important person so I had a greater degree to move from city to town without attracting attention by the authorities. You might be wondering why I did a move that would take me away from an area to one in which there would be less of a chance to encounter other members of our "tribe". It's true that there would be far fewer of us than it a major city. But then again, the risk of being caught was less. When I first encountered John at my new job, my gaydar immediately told me that he was "one of us". Not only did he also recognize me as a love brother but his attraction to me was as strong as mine for him. Whether the mutual attraction arose out of our genuine physical and emotional responses to each other, or whether out of sheer hunger and longing after months of forced celibacy, I can't really say. And to tell the truth, I don't think that mattered much to either of us. All we knew, and secretly confided to each other when the first opportunity came about, was that we wanted each other with a desperation that was driving each of us mad with anticipation. One weekend, John and I agreed to drive out to the surrounding countryside where we stood a good chance of privacy from peering eyes and listening ears. I no longer am sure of how many hours we spent driving, or exactly which road we took, but I know that by late afternoon we finally stopped driving and found ourselves at what looked like a deserted farm. We could make out the farmhouse and the barn. The house looked like it had not been lived in for a very long time. The grass and weeds had grown completely wild and there wasn't an animal in site. John and I pulled the car in and drove up to the front of the house. We called out to anyone who might have been around but there was no answer. We walked up to the front door of the house and knocked loudly several times. Then we went around and looked into every window. What furniture remained was covered with sheets. In some of the windows, panes of glass were broken. It was early autumn so it was not really that cold but I could imagine the winter wind blowing in through those windows and freezing everything inside. OK, it looked like there was no one about. Next John and I walked over to the barn. By this time we felt daring enough to hold hands. That was the first real intimacy between us since we had met. Even in the car, driving out, we didn't dare touch for fear that we would be overcome with desire and wind up stopping and doing more on the spot and endangering ourselves. But as we entered the cool refreshing dimlit barn, we were no longer able to contain ourselves. We fell into each other's arms and our mouths came together in a long lingering, almost breathless, kiss. God, John felt so good in my arms, the softness of his face as I kissed it, and the sweetness of his beautiful soft blond of his hair as I ran my fingers through it, made me feel so excited. John responded to my caresses and kisses with his own enthusiasm. He held on to me tight and covered my face with kisses, finally whispering in my ear, "Baby, I can't wait. Please! Let's take our clothes off and do it here in all this hay." Although I usually like to take my time when I am making love, especially when it's a first time with a new person, I couldn't help but to agree with him. We both were burning up from having been denied the sweet taste of a man's flesh for so long that the only way that I can describe how we both felt is to say that we were RAVENOUS for each other's bodies. And you know that when two men want one another, the hottest, the sweetest love is gay love. Even under the best of circumstances, when it's free and easy to get, it's hot. So you can imagine what it must have been like for me and John, living in Accordia, and finding ourselves alone with each other. We practically ripped the clothing off each other. Then, standing there, in the deserted barn, we stared at each other's nakedness. I gasped. John was so incredibly beautiful and, as far as I could see in the gloom, flawless. I thought, he must feel the same way about me as he just stared wide-eyed at me, his eyes touching and caressing me. I felt completely exposed in more than just the physical sense. He had already began to make love to me without even touching me, just with his gaze alone. I responded when I looked at him and saw that his swollen, throbbing hardon was as rigid and ready as my own. I stepped forward and hugged him to me, saying, John baby, you are so beautiful!" "So are you", he responded, moving his fingers through my hair and then throwing his arms around my neck. "Oh darling!", he breathed in my ear. Take me and make love to me! I need it so bad! I need YOU so bad!" Without saying a word, I moved my lips into his neck, kissed his soft throat, then his shoulders, his chest, his nipples. He moaned as I took each of his tits, one by one, into my mouth and sucked. Slowly I lowered myself down on to the soft, hay-covered earth of the barn, kissing down his hairless body as I went down on my knees. At last I was fully kneeling before him, and his huge fuck rod was sticking right into my face, the loveliness of his testicles hanging down behind it. I gently took his balls into my fingers and his body stiffened at my touch. I heard the audible sucking of air into his sweet, lovely throat as I played with them. I looked up. His head was arched back and his eyes were closed. His hands were on the sides of my neck which he was caressing, and as I moved in to feast on him, he shuddered when my tongue gently licked the dewdrops on his cockslit. I already knew that his bulging fuckrod would taste like the juiciest meat morsel I had ever eaten and that his fuckmilk would fill my throat like the sweetest nectar of the gods, gods that we were not allowed to worship too fervently. But here and now, John was my god, and I was taking his divine rod into my mouth, deeper and deeper with every passing second. He slipped in and I pressed my hands against his ass and forced him down my throat. John held my head tightly and I knew that every muscle in his body was flexed and straining as I sucked him and sucked him lovingly, savoring the utter wonder of him. So long I had been without a man in my arms and now, after months of deprivation, I not only had my lips wrapped around a lover's wondrous love tool, but such a lover, such a deliciously incredible young man whom I knew that I would fall in love with, and I could only hope that he would fall in love with me. Even as I sucked him and made him buck hard into my mouth, I knew that if John and I loved each other, then the grim life that Accordia forced us to live would be mitigated by even so simple as a knowing glance between us. We would touch in our minds and souls even when the forces of evil and repression would not allow us to touch with heated fingertips. Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted as I felt and tasted John's cum enter my mouth. My arms went tightly around his legs and I held him passionately, my fingers entering between his thighs at the moment of his cuming, and took his balls and caressed the flow out of him. He screamed as he came and my eyes closed and I moaned as I drained him completely dry, and I loved him. I lay him down on the soft hay beside me and cradled him in my arms. He was crying softly and kissing my face and caressing my head, telling me how wondering a lover I was and how good I had made him feel. I looked at him and softly said, "John, my darling, I am falling in love with you." His eyes widened and he kissed my mouth so strongly that I could hardly breathe. When he pulled his mouth away, he stared into my eyes and said, "Love me then. I want to belong to you and only you." He did not say that he loved me and it disappointed me some but I just held him and said, "Yeah! I guess we have each other now, That's something when so many of us are wanting to be find lovers and mostly not able to do so." "And even if and when we do find someone", he said, "it's usually a furtive fast suck in some dark alleyway or subway tunnel, and then the person's gone, and you never got his name. And you never got to even say thanks. You ran like a scared rat, too frightened to even acknowledge or show your gratitude for the shadow man who had just gotten you off. God, I HATE the way we have to live!" I held him and caressed his head, and said, "Shh. It's alright, baby. We're here together now, and things are bound to change sooner later. You just can't stop nature, no matter how many policemen or soldiers you use. Sooner or later, nature rebels and forces people to come to their senses." He smiled at me and said, "You really think so? You think someday we will really be free to be ourselves?" I nodded. "Yes I do, baby. For thousands of years, religious Christians, Jews, and Muslims persecuted and killed us. Nazis and Communists murdered our tribe. But look. We're still here! We will ALWAYS be here!" John smiled. "That makes sense. I believe you", he said as I felt his body relax in my arms. Several minutes passed and I felt John's fingers on my cock. "Hmmmm", he whispered. "You're still hard. And so BIG! My God! You're tremendous." I looked at him. As he began to stroke me, he leaned in and kissed my throat. Then I felt HIS mouth on MY nipples. He stopped licking my nipples and looked at me again and said, "Well we have to do something about this thick, hard beautiful thing, don't we?" He laughed sexily. "Here. Let me get this huge cock of yours good and wet." He bent down and took me into his mouth and licked and sucked for a few moments. His mouth felt so warm and wonderful on my flesh. I just closed my eyes and let him do what he wanted. I lay down on my back and smelled the old hay and felt my lover's mouth working on my dick, and I felt as though I must have died and gone to queer heaven. Then John stopped sucking me and said, "Now you're wet enough and hard enough to show me what a real man can do when he loves another man!" He lay down beside me and took my face in his hands as I just stared into those eyes of his, the eyes of an angel. What?, my face asked silently. He leaned forward and lightly kissed my lips. "You ought to know what I want, baby. I want you inside of me. He lay back and gently pulled me on top of him. Then silently he lifted his legs and placed them around my neck. His fuck hole was open to me for the taking. I didn't say a word as I quietly moved softly in on him. I stared down at my lover as I slipped into him. God, it was like a door opening in the sky and like I was slowly drifting into clouds of love. I closed my eyes and went in as deeply as I could go. His legs tightened for a moment and his hands reached around me and held me in the most wondrous embrace that I had ever experienced. And I fucked into him. And I moved into him with the most intense feeling of gratitude. And I loved him. My eyes were closed and I felt him holding me and saying to me over and over again, "Fuck me, baby! Oh, please! Fuck me!" So we fucked for seemed like an eternity. My body told me to bang him hard and fast but my mind would not let me do anything that might bruise him. I fucked and fucked and I heard moaning and sighs that must have come from both of us. Then my balls were letting go of the fuck milk, and I felt it racing along the shaft of my prick, out the glans-slit, and pouring into him. There was a final tightening of our mutual clinch as my cum inundated his asshole, and then I slowly pulled out and lay on top of him, holding him and kissing him over and over again. I don't know how long a time we lay there, silently, just holding each other. The light outside looked more diffuse than earlier. I figured it must be getting close to evening. This was a wonderful autumn day for us both. But we soon discovered the harsh realty of what autumn is. It is the end of summer. It is the beginning of solstice night. It is the harbinger of winter when all things turn dark and cold. It is the time when the earth dies. I don't know who heard the voices first but we both sat up startled. And in that quiet autumn afternoon the voices drifted into the barn quite clearly. It was the voices of many men. And there was the barking of dogs too. We heard them speaking to one another. "Yeah, they must be in here. They left the car right near the house. I think we got us a couple of fags. I hope they right in the middle of doing it. I want to see the perverted bastards sucking each other. Let's go. I know they're in there." As we heard the footsteps approach the barn, I grabbed John and held him tightly against me. "Don't be afraid, John. Just hold on to me. We had this. We'll always have this." John began crying. "It's not fair", he said. It's not right." They began to enter. In my peripheral vision I could make out their shapes. "Remember darling, not a church, not a nazi, NO ONE could kill us off or stop us! Remember, our tribe has been here since the beginning of time and we will be here when the sun starts to burn out. We'll always be here!" As they started to approach us, John stopped weeping and looked intently at me and said, "I love you. I'll always love you, till death do us part." THE END |
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