Written by: Amar Patel
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Chapter VIII
The week flew by with a laxed atmosphere, it was now the day to mourn and the Calleja home filled with the mourners. Each day that week Murali was introduced to an aunt or uncle, a cousin and he could not even remember their names let alone their faces. It was a warm morning and the air smelled of the sea. Massimiljanu and Epifanija lost their smiles and were speaking in hushed whispers with other family members. There were silent sobs in the air and the house was black with veils and suits, upstairs Erik pulled on his jacket and adjusted his tie. Murali entered and Erik gave a solemn glance with a slight smile, Murali was quite dashing but for such a solemn occasion. Salvador was not seen all morning and Erik worried where he could be, his parents were in the circle of relatives. A knock came at the bedroom door and Erik opened it to see his mother, she was dressed in a black dress with elegant ruffled sleeves. Her rosary hung from her neck and her face obstructed by a long black veil, she was clasping her heart.
"It is time to go." She said
Erik nodded and donned his rosary, Murali did the same and they stepped out. Erik and his immediate family piled into the car along with Salvador's family. They were followed by a line of eleven cars and they drove through the contrasting streets of Valletta filled with joy. The cemetery was green and tranquil, the headstones kept clean and fresh flowers were laid on the gray surfaces. There was already a crowd growing around the priest at center, Erik smiled at the familiar faces. His relatives came from across Europe. He saw his cousin Giovanni who came from Italy and his grandmother's friends and their families, most from Malta, some from Italy and sprinkles of germans, spaniards, and the occasional french. There were 12 rows of 12 seats and all were filled and some mourners stood. The site was decorated with elegant white flowers surrounding the hole in the ground, a white coffin laid to the left. Erik along with others looked into the casket as they walked by, his grandmother was in a sleeplike state, her body was dressed in an elegant attire. A golden rosary laid over her heart and her hands were clasped around it, Erik looked at the wrinkled face with the white hair tied in a bun. He let a tear fall and muttered a farewell, he sat next to Murali and then the ceremony began.
The orchestra who consisted of family members started playing, it was a familiar tune Erik thought. Then he heard it, the music was joined by an angelic voice which made heads turn. Salvador stood on a raised platform and his voice projected across the audience. He wore a suit and his hair was gelled in a spiked fashion, his mouth was open singing with a voice that would put a church choir to shame. It was beautiful, and it filled the air with grace and it became lighter. People began to mouth the words and clasp their rosaries and Erik felt a tap.
Murali had an inspiraitonal look " What is he singing?"
Erik smiled " Schubert's Ave Maria."
Each note was pure and resonated in the silent world. There was no crack in the voice nor a sour note. The mourners watched with teary smiles and Erik saw onlookers from afar. Murali had tears as he felt his heart being lifted with the last syllable, Erik felt compelled to clap as did many others. However this was no time to clap, Salvador sat next to Erik and recieved many kisses from afar and silent nods. The ceremony went as planned and the mourners stood for the burial, Erik heard Salvador stand and sing as the white coffin descended into the earth and then covered. He watched his father wipe his tears and his mother embracing him from behind. She rocked slowly and then with a last farewell they departed, Erik sat silent in the car next to Murali. He felt his ears recall that lament, each angelic note and trill of an r. Murali hummed to it as he gazed out the window. When they returned they bid their good byes to relatives and friends and recieved gifts and condolences. Erik embraced each one and introduced them to Murali as they left, some stayed to have a chat in broken english. While others gave a nod and departed, Erik watched his father slump in a chair with his uncle and aunt who lost their mother as well. His cousin Giovanni sat with a sheepish expression. Erik did not see Murali leave the room.
Murali climbed the stairs to leave the Callejas to their mourning, he entered into the room and closed the door. He checked his email and noticed an email from his parents. As he read the text he felt his heart sink.
" Murali,
Raj has told us of what you have done. Your father and I are upset and are flying to america to discuss this with you. We will be arriving in the U.S in about four days, we will be visiting your home. We shall have time to fix this problem."
Murali knew Erik would need time with his family, he packed his bags and heard a knock on the door. Murali was hesitant and opened the door. Massimilijanu stood with a tin of butter cookies, his eyes were puffed but he managed a smile.
"I brought some cookies from my sister Ester and her husband Angelo. Where are you going?" He asked
"I must meet with my parents, please tell Erik I will meet him at home."
Massimiljanu's face grew tense "If you wish to leave I cannot stop you but at least tell my son you are."
"Tell me what?" Erik walked into the room.
"Your lover is leaving to visit his parents, I told him as lovers it is wrong to leave without a word."
Murali blushed " I am sorry Erik, I will see you home I promise."
Erik smiled " It is okay, go do what ya have to. I will be here for awhile. Maybe another few days."
Murali embraced Erik and his father and departed for the airport.
Two days later:
The plane ride home was just as dreary as the first, he has to spend a night in France and missed his next flight. He eventually got home in one piece. Murali hoped that this would be solved quickly and without trouble. He got out of the taxi and noticed that Arman stood at the bottom of the stairs with Alphonse, both had grim expressions. Arman and Alphonse embraced Murali and Arman laid a hand on his shoulder.
" What is wrong?"
"Your parents are here, sooner than we expected. I received your email but they came early. They are in our apartment." Arman sighed
"Eet eez very tense een the room." Alphonse added.
Murali gulped and climbed the stairs and saw Raj with a smart grin on his face, his sister Lavanya was there also. He entered the apartment followed by his siblings and there sat his parents. His mom looked the same as she did , her hair was braided and a red dot rested on her dark skin. She was a little plump and her glasses magnified her stern glance, her hair was now streaked with gray. His father stood with arms crossed and a grimace as Murali sat.
Lavanya laid her hand on Murali's shoulder and his father began in hindi "Murali, Raj has told us that you associate yourself with man. This is unacceptable, and your mother agrees. There is no future if you sleep with a man, no children or the satisfaction of holding your first child. A man cannot provide what a women can. You have shamed us in your escapades with this man."
Murali opened his mouth in protest and his father gave him a furious glance. "DO NOT SHAME YOURSELF FURTHER!"
"YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO SPEAK AGAINST OUR WISHES! WE RAISED YOU AND I AM ASHAMED YOU TURNED INTO SUCH A DISGRACE! HOW DARE YOU OPEN YOUR MOUTH! I AM YOUR FATHER AND YOU WILL TREAT ME WITH RESPECT!" Murali shut his mouth and his mother wiped her eyes.
His mother wiped her eyes and urged her husband to sit " Murali... what your father says is true. What is best for is that you end this relationship. We are your family... you have a choice. You may stay with this man or you can come home with us to india. Where we can forget this happened."
Murali felt his world collapse and he saw his mother's mouth move to form the words choose wisely."I cannot do that..."
His father frowned " You cannot choose between your parents and family over one man?"
Murali knew his father had a point, he loved both of them. He could fall in love again and make his parents proud of him for once. To be the son they wanted, he had failed them once by not becoming as affluent as his siblings. He had not known Erik for long. Perhaps, it was just lust after all, not ideal love. Murali felt his thoughts swirl and he heard Raj open his mouth with the temptation to degrade him further.
"He will not come he is to busy whoring around." Raj spouted and Murali saw Lavanya give him a dirty look.
"I will come..." Murali finally mustered the courage to say.
Raj was shocked and his mother cried tears of joy. His father hugged him and Lavanya walked out of the room. His mother kissed him "We will be at the hotel, come by in three days and we can fly home together." with that his parents left with a less amused Raj.
Murali saw Lavanya grabbing her purse and pulling on her braid. She looked at him with sheer disappointment. "What is the matter with you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You would throw away love and happiness to please them? What about that man?"
Murali felt a twisted thought enter his mind " He was a lust."
Lavanya shook her head "It is one thing to say someone that you loved so much was a lust but it is another thing to sell him out and not consider your selfishness. They did not want me to marry Asif but I did because I am grown and they cannot dictate to me what they want."
Murali scoffed " Then you are the selfish one, because you went against their wishes."
Lavanya replied ferociously " Have they turned you so soon? I was selfish because they know that I am grown and they knew that Asif is who I wanted. You are selfish because you did not even try to even defend that man, you accepted to save your own skin. So do not call me selfish for doing what I could to show that Asif was just as good as any husband they chose.Look me and our parents are still on good terms." with that she left and Murali looked down at the floor.
Murali entered Erik's home and began getting his stuff together, he packed his clothing and books. He looked at the pictures of him and Erik. He placed them in a box and taped it shut hiding it under the clothing. He touched the rosary that Salvador had given to him and gently placed it on the kitchen table. He grabbed a paper and pen and began writing, he finishe dhis letter and placed it next to the rosary. He grabbed the statues Erik bought for him and placed them on the folded letter. He left a sherwani on a chair and a indian style scarf. He laid his key to the house on the table and with a final glance shut the front door behind him.
Two weeks later
Erik drove home from the airport with a smile on his face, he was happy he could see Murali soon. Salvador promised to visit sometime soon and the healing had begun. His relationship with his parents was mended and he grew fond of Salvador with each passing say. He trusted Salvador with nearly everything, and his innocence and compassion was one of many good traits. Erik pulled into the drive way and as he opened the front door he noticed a sizeable pile of mail at his feet.
"Murali?" He called and was met with silence.
Erik walked through the house and entered their bedroom, several drawers had been opened and were void of their contents. The closet was half full and there was no trace of Murali's things. Erik felt his heart tear at the seam, if it were a real wound it would be a mile long gash. The pain grew as he went throughout the house hoping that this was a sick joke, hoping that it was a nightmare that he could wake up from. He entered the kitchen and saw the statues and rosary, he lifted them and it revealed a folded paper with his name written on the front flap. Erik did not wish to read the contents and his fingers struggled to open it. With a sigh he began to read:
Erik,
I would have given you a proper good bye but you did not make it in time. I am sorry to say that this relationship must end here. I did this of my own choice and hope you will be alright. I left you a treasured sherwani to remember me by. I have decided to move back to india with my parents. Please try to remember that there would be no future if I were to continue with our relationship. I need to be serious and settle with a wife and have a family. I left the second gold ring on your pillow. You are bound to forget me sometime, to me it was a matter of satisfaction for me. I thought I loved you but in reality I lusted for you.
Thank you for the good times and I hope you move on as I have. With the best of wishes.
Signed,
Murali Khan
Tears welled in Erik's eyes as he read the letter five times, it was Murali's handwriting and his fingers crumpled the sides of the letter. He crumpled the letter and slumped against the wall, he sobbed and tore the letter into pieces. His heart felt more damaged then it had been. He could not believe that Murali would right such a thing, but he held it in his hands each word like a fiery spear. He went to his bedroom and cried himself to sleep, clutching the pillow to his left.
Salvador sat drinking a cup of coffee at his mother's shop, he would be starting his new job soon and he was taking the month off. His co-workers held a good bye party and he received many congrats, it was a typical day with the high humidity and bright sunshine. The usual tourists asked questions as they passed in broken spanish or catalan. He would be visiting Erik soon and sighed at the thought of travel. He leaned back and looked up at the dark sky through his sunglasses, a sudden tap on his shoulder surprised him. He looked up to see a vaguely familiar face, the youth had a darker olive complexion and his italian features were quite attractive, his eyes were large and innocent with the color of light brown and were clear. His curly black hair was short and rested under his white cap that was turned backwards.
"Are you Salvador?" the youth asked
"Why do you ask?"
"You know my cousin right?" the youth was panicked.
"What is your name first of all?" Salvador was generally confused
"Giovanni Laguardia, signore. I need your help my cousin is depressed."
"Depressed?" Salvador stood up
"He has had a broken relationship signore, I flew from Milano to find you. My uncle Massimiljanu told me you lived in Spain."
Salvador nodded and the youth smiled in comfort " I will go to him now. You can stay here my mother will take care of you."
The youth nodded " Grazie (Thanks) Signore (Sir)." and walked inside with Salvador.
Salvador took the next available flight to the U.S, he pack for a longer trip and his mother bolstered the weight of his suitcase with confections. He arrived the next day and took a taxi cab to the fire station, he entered and several heads looked up at him. A hispanic looking man stood up and walked over, he was of a shorter stature perhaps 5'5 or 5'6 and his black hair was cut short and gelled. His face had an attractive look with a nice combination of european and native features, slim nose and big brown eyes with a charming smile. He wore a simply black shirt that showed off his light brown skin and fire fighter pants.
"Are you a new recruit?" the man asked
"No, I am looking for someone."
The man raised a black eyebrow " You're not from around here are you? Judging from your accent most likely Spain."
Salvador smiled "How would you know that?"
The man laughed "I am mexican so I can tell. Name's Francisco who'd you be looking for?"
"I am looking for Erik."
Francisco's smile wavered for the first time "Sorry can't help you amigo, He hasn't been here for three weeks. Hope he didn't die off or something."
"Dios no lo quiera (God Forbid)." Salvador gasped
"Relax amigo, don't take jokes literally. Go see if he is alright for us." Francisco smiled
"I will go there now, let me call a cab." Salvador took out his phone.
"Amigo , I will give you a lift. We will take the cholo car just kidding it is a prius." with that Francisco grabbed his keys.
They sat in Francisco's car and for the most part it was quiet, Salvador was worried about Erik and hoped he will be fine.
"So, are all you Spaniards freakishly tall?" Francisco said at the light.
"No, I am above average."
"Hah, you're too serious amigo. Relax your guard I am not going to eat you."
Salvador smiled and they continued on.
Erik rolled out of bed and brushed his teeth, he was reluctant to go to work. He gazed at the celling and heard the door bell ring. He sighed and got up to see who could it was, he unlocked the door and there stood Salvador and Francisco waving from afar. Salvador looked at him with concern and Erik let him in, he waved to Francisco who drove off. Salvador was quiet as he sat on the sofa with his bags. Erik smiled and went inside to make himself presentable, he looked in the mirror and ran a hand through his messy hair, he shaved his stubble and put on a pair of shorts and a clean tee. Salvador looked at him intently with those soft eyes of his, so full of love and compassion. Erik sat and Salvador grabbed his hand in his, Erik felt the soft skin as Salvador's fingers rubbed gently. Erik looked up to see Salvador smiling, his heart had hardened these past weeks and that angelic smile melted that frigid shell. Without warning tears fell and Erik embraced Salvador who patted his back, as he did this he hummed softly. Erik felt relief and gratitude, only a true friend would fly eight hours to come and see him. Erik looked into those warm chocolate eyes, those full lips with that smile and how much he missed about him.
"How long will you stay Salvador?" Erik felt fear to be left again.
"As long as you wish." Salvador replied.
Erik hugged him again. "Erik, you are crushing me." Salvador said through gasps
"I am sorry I am just so happy to see ya." Erik felt his cheeks become wet.
Salvador took out a handkerchief and gently pressed the soft cloth to Erik's eyes. "I am here for you."
They spent hours together talking, Erik felt his heart being mended. Each loving action sewed and stitched the wound. Salvador made dinner and even sang to help Erik rest, night fell and Erik laid in bed. Salvador entered in plaid pyjamas with a tray. On the tray was a bowl of soup and a small glass of wine, Salvador gently laid the tray down and sat on the edge of the bed.
"I made sopa de avellanas (hazelnut soup) and I know you like wine. I think it will help. Just leave it out when you are done and I will come and get it." Salvador stood to go to bed.
Erik felt a loneliness come over him " Salvador?"
"Yes?"
"Can ya uhm... sleep in here with me?" Erik blushed
"Are you sure?"
"Please?" Erik pleaded
"Alright" Salvador climbed onto the bed and slipped under the covers where Murali once slept."
"Ya know Salvador, if ya hadn't come I would have called for ya. You are a real angel ya know that right? Always there for me protecting me. This soup you made is so good, you knew I liked this soup. If ya hadn't come I wouldn't be as strong. Thanks for comin." Erik finished the last drop of wine and placed the tray on the table, Salvador laid facing him and Erik switched off the lamp and pulled Salvador close.
"De nada." Salvador said with a yawn, Erik ran a hand down his smooth cheek.
"You're too good ya know that?" Erik began to say and saw Salvador had fallen asleep.
Erik hesitantly hugged him close, pressing Salvador's cheek against his firm chest. He let tears fall in sheer happiness. He was not alone, he looked up at the celling and fell asleep.
The next morning was quiet as Erik entered the living room, the bright sunlight illuminated the room. Murali sat the table and smiled. Erik reached out and touched his cheek, then he felt the room become frigid. Murali turned into a brittle clay and his cheek collapsed under Erik's finger tips. Slowly he crumbled and vanished into dust, and Erik fell into a black abyss. With a gasp he sprung up to the crack of the sunrise, his face was wet with sweat and tears. He sobbed and felt arms wrap lovingly around him. Salvador laid his face on Erik's shoulder, and Erik turned and hugged him tightly. Tears fell onto Salvador's face and Erik felt his pain being quelled.
"If you give into sorrow, there will be no room left for love and hope." Salvador said holding Erik's face.
Erik nodded and wiped his face "I don't know what to do Salvador... Just hurts ya know?"
"There will be miracles if you have faith, lay in bed and I will make you breakfast after I do my routine."
Salvador stood and grabbed some clothes from his suitcase, he entered the bathroom and shut the door. Soon Erik heard the water run in the shower. He did not what compelled him to get up and approach that door, was it the thought that his heart cared deeply for the friend he had shared so much with or the thought of seeing him. He opened it so slightly to peek at him, Salvador was under the hot water with his head tilted back and eyes shut. The water cascaded down his abs and back giving the golden olive skin a glistening look. His cock was a good size at five inches flaccid, it was the same beautiful skin color with a pink head. His balls were a good size and his butt was firm and the mounds were perfectly shaped. He was smooth form Erik could see besides the hair on his head the neat bush above his cock. His arms and legs were void and Erik marveled at the innocent face below the water. So youthful and sweet, Salvador opened his eyes and quickly shut off the water and covered his crotch. His face was pink and Erik shut the door in shame.
Erik sat at the table and Salvador walked out dressed and with a bashful look on his face. Erik did his mundane morning activities and came out to find Salvador had made pancakes. Erik sat and began to dig into his pancakes, he prodded at them with his fork and felt Salvador needed a explanation at least.
"Salvador about what happened I didn't know what came over me." Erik scratched his head.
Salvador blushed again " It is not a problem."
"Listen... I am sorry alright?"
Erik stood and got dressed, he would be returning to work today and with a quick good bye he left. The station was shockingly slow. No fires nor deadly accidents to clean up, he was welcomed back with graciousness and excitement. Francisco prepared his world famous tostadas and they sat at lunchtime munching on them. Francisco added another dash of el plato and devoured his tenth tostada.
"What is up with your face?" He said with a full mouth.
"My face?" Erik snapped out of his day dream.
"You been making goo goo eyes at the celling." Francisco laughed
"I was thinking about someone." Erik replied.
"Got lucky last night or what?"
"Nothing like that." Erik rolled his eyes.
"Just messing with you bro, hey look John is coming towards here." Francisco pointed and Erik looked over with curiosity.
John was of average looks and they hardly saw him in the field or outside for that matter. He was fair skinned and his face was somewhat annoyed.
" Calleja you can go home early, Cecil said. Francisco you are working the training academy today." John gave a thumbs up and walked off.
"Academy duty man does Cecil hate me, hey you should teach me how to kiss ass Erik." Francisco laughed and bid his farewell.
Erik seemed generally confused and gathered his things. Francisco muttered curse words as he walked off to his car to head to the academy. Cecil gave Erik a thumbs up as he passed, Erik knocked on the door and Cecil waved him hin.
"Hey Cecil, why ya sendin me home?"
"Cause we have plenty of guys and I plan to work you to the bone next week alright? You been going through a lot take the day off enjoy your sunday. But remember you have to make up a lot, poor Francisco is so tired he can't even tell a taco from a burrito."
"Sorry about that." Erik replied.
"Yeah yeah kid, just get some rest." Cecil muttered and went back to his work.
Erik returned home to find an empty house, he felt a sudden sense of dread. He hoped he would never be in this situation again. He scoured the house for Salvador and found his things, he heard the front door open and slam shut. Salvador was dressed sharply, he wore a gray suit with a light blue dress shirt underneath. A darker bow tie was perfectly tied and his hair was combed neatly and hidden under his newsboy cap. His rosary hung under his collar and his face was expressed with worry.
"Where were ya?" Erik asked
"At mass it is sunday." Salvador replied.
"I thought you didn't like going?"
"I do not but today I wanted to pray for someone." Salvador smiled gently.
Erik walked over to the Spanish Angel and kissed the soft lips, bringing him as close as possible.
Meanwhile in New Delhi, India:
Murali sat on the balcony overlooking the evening traffic below, he watched the masses of bodies move almost in unison. Cows wandered the streets and the merchants were packing up for the night. He sat with a metal box looking inside at the contents. Erik's face beamed up at him, and his own smile haunted him in that photo. He missed Erik deeply and realized that life was miserable here. However, it was too late to turn back now. The damage had been done and he had made his choice. Lavanya had not spoken to him and Raj was kinder then usual. He heard a knock on his room door and he quickly shut the box and pushed it under the bed. He opened the door and his mother stood there with a tray and a bowl of her famous curry. Lavanya walked by and glared at him, Murali took the bowl and his mother smiled.
"I am glad you forgot about that man, now you will have a good life." She kissed his cheek and retired to her room.
Murali gulped down the curry and watched a movie, he heard shuffling and zipping and peeked out his door. Lavanya was dressed in a purple sari and rolled her suitcases down the hall and sneaked down the stairs. Her husband followed and Murali followed a distance behind. Lavanya's husband went out first carrying the bags and Lavanya remained checking to make sure no one was around.
Murali walked down the stairs and whispered " Where are you going?"
Lavanya jumped and swerved to face him "It is none of your concern."
"You are bringing your husband and bags for a long vacation with you." Murali replied
"I am dropping him off at the military base and taking a trip." She walked towards the front door.
" If you are doing what I think you are... you are wasting your time." Murali said walking up the stairs.
Lavanya looked up at the now empty stairs and sighed that her brother valued conformity over happiness. "I am not doing this for you
as you are now, but for betterment of you and him." She opened the front door and walked out like a woman on a mission.
Erik held Salvador's face as he kissed him and then felt Salvador pull away. Salvador looked surprised and taken aback by the sudden kiss. Erik looked at the face he held in his hands, Salvador looked back with a blush and Erik kissed him again. He felt Salvador open his mouth to say something and inserted his tongue. Salvador broke the kiss and stepped back.
"Exscuse me..." Salvador walked into the room and shut the door.
Erik sat on the couch in disappointment, he did not know what had come over him. Was it him missing Murali that led to this sudden need for release? Or perhaps he has grown fond of Salvador? Erik sat and gazed at the clock watching the hands move slowly. He thought of what to say and eventually mustered the courage to knock on the bedroom door. There was no answer and Erik entered the room to see Salvador sitting on the bed with an expression of deep thought. Erik sat next to him and ruffled his hair. Salvador looked at Erik differently then usual, there was fear in his chocolate eyes.
"I am sorry about earlier Salvador." Erik placed his hand on Salvador's
'It is okay."
"You're not mad?"
"No, I am worried."
"Ever since Murali left me, I been an emotional wreck. Then you came along and made the pain go. I am afraid you might do the same, you may think I kissed you because I wanted to release my sex urges but it is more than that ya know? I kissed ya because you make me happy . I am glad ya came for me."
Salvador looked at Erik for the longest time and smiled "Verdad? (Really?)"
"Yeah." Erik scratched his head.
"Gracias."
"De nada."
Alphonse sat against Arman's chest helping him with his french, the big brown arms were wrapped around him writing on the paper in front of him. It had been several weeks since Murali left, and they did all they could to cheer Erik up from the sudden abandonment. Arman often thought of finally popping the french cherry, but he had been busy with what has been going on. He heard his stomach growl and Alphonse giggled at the sound.
"J'ai faim ( I am hungry)." Arman said
"I am hungry too, can we go out?"
"Yes, would you like to invite Avan along?"
"Oui, I am going to get dressed. Eez eet okay if you go and invite him and I will be ready by then."
"Fine." Arman lifted Alphonse and placed him on the couch, he stood and Alphonse playfully kissed his crotch. Arman rubbed the soft hair and walked out the door.
He knocked on the door to Avan's apartment and there was no response, the door stood slightly ajar and he called out. Clothing was strewn across the floor. Cushions were in various places and Arman felt a sense of dread, and he slowly walked into the hallway leading to the bedroom. He heard grunts and moans and he peeked to the spectacle that unfolded in front of him. Avan was sliding his Iranian cock inside and out of a man in missionary position. The bottom was holding his hole open with his fingers and was moaning.
"AAAH SHIT fuck my ass....!" The man cried out " AAAH fuck it is so big."
Avan smacked the ass and his strokes became more rapid as his balls slapped against the firm cheeks. " Francisco your hole is so tight.." Avan huffed and pulled out.
Arman unzipped his shorts and played with himself as he watched Avan lift the man and had held the brown globes as the man wrapped his hands around Avan's neck. Arman stroked faster as Avan inserted his persian cock into the hole again and pounded the man repeatedly without taking a break. Finally he watch Avan lean his head back and slammed in a final time. He held the man against him and kissed his lips. Arman watched as cum slowly dripped down Avan's shaft and down his legs, with a final stroke Arman burst himself. He snuck back to the apartment and got dressed before Alphonse could question him about the wet stain on his shorts.
Chapter VIII End
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