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Monday, July 19, 2010
Sons...Chapter 8 continued All day long I searched for him around the property. He was nowhere to be found. I ate dinner alone that evening and the next morning he still had not appeared. I began to worry, but had to make plans to leave for London the next day. I was hoping to take Miles with me on the trip to keep me company. After breakfast I decided to go to the forest to see if I could find him. The wildflowers, moss and ferns were in abundance along the forest path we had hiked before. I decided to follow the creek we had tracked to the small lake. As I approached I heard a splash in the water. I ran the rest of the way to the water’s edge, catching a glimpse of Miles as he swam out to the middle of the pond. “Miles!” I yelled. He stroked the water with efficiency and grace. He could not hear me so I sat on a rock, watching him from a distance. He turned and made his way back to the shore after a while, reaching the small beach in no time. He stood when he could stand, the water waist deep. As he walked toward the water’s edge I could see that he was naked and at the same moment he saw me and smiled. “Ye found me.” “Where have you been for two days?” “It’s a secret.” He splashed the water and washed his underarms and crotch. “Smelled something awful, so I decided to take a swim to clean up.” He shook his thick black hair, rubbing his skin downwards trying to remove as much water as possible as he walked out of the water. I was in heaven as I watched him dress. I walked over and kissed him deeply on the mouth. “Thou art truly beautiful.” I said. “Come with me, Stevie. I’ve something wonderful to show thee.” He dressed quickly. We walked back along the creek path holding hands and turned on the main path away from the manor. “What is it?” “You’ll see.” We approached the gamekeeper’s cabin and I could see that he had done a lot of work cleaning up the yard and the porch. As we walked up the steps I could see that they had been repaired as well as missing boards on the porch. “Close yer eyes.” He commanded. I closed my eyes and heard the door open as Miles led me through the threshold. “Alright, ye can open them.” I opened my eyes and beheld the room. He had cleaned it from floor to ceiling, rearranged the furniture, lifting the bed off the floor and had made it with the now clean quilt. There were wildflowers in a yellow pitcher on the table and a fire in the stove with a tea kettle brewing on top. “My God, Miles. Look what you’ve done.” “Can I get thee a cup a tea, milord?” “Tea would be lovely.” He set about making the tea in a small china teapot while I sat at the table watching him. “You’re a regular hausfrau.” I remarked. “I’ve no milk or sugar, so ye’ll have to take it straight, I’m afraid.” “That will be fine.” He poured the tea in two cracked cups and sat down in the other chair. I blew on my tea and looked across my cup at him. “How’s the bed?” I asked smiling. “I’ve slept in it for two nights now and I think t’will hold us both.” He winked. He set his cup down on the table, stood and took my cup from me. Straddling my legs, he set my cup on the table. Taking my face in his hands, he kissed me full on the lips. I put my hands on hips, kissing him back. “Would ye like to try the bed out?” He whispered in my ear. I stood, picking him up and gently laying him on the bed as I lay on top of him, slowly grinding my erection into his loins. He returned the action with his growing member as we continued kissing, our tongues battling for supremacy. We undressed each other slowly, reveling in the privacy and one another’s bodies. Miles smelled of pond water and earth. His armpits gave off a lovely aroma of dirt, sweat and rising bread. I inhaled deeply and licked the area next to the black hair under his arms. I straddled his torso with my ass towards his face, taking his cock in my mouth. Miles grabbed my hips and pulled my ass towards him, spitting on my eager hole. I sighed deeply and arched my back as he licked my asshole. We continued thus; me sucking his cock and licking his balls as his tongue explored my willing gap. After a while I sat up, straddled his throbbing cock and eased myself onto it slowly while facing him. I rode him, bouncing on his hips trying not to put too much stress on the newly raised bed. The bed boards creaked as I moved my hips back and forth taking him deeper and deeper into my insides. The feeling was wonderful as my hard cock bounced against my belly. Miles opened his eyes and our eyes locked in an embrace. He spit on his hand, taking hold of my cock, stroking me in time with my hip’s motion. I was inflamed as I increased the speed, rocking back and forth, taking him even deeper, my mouth open as I uttered cries from the depths of my throat. I was mad with lust and desire. I had never felt anything so incredible. I gasped as I shot my sperm across his belly and chest. In the next moment Miles lifted his hips, plunging deeply into my bowels as he unleashed his juices into me. The muscles of my ass clenched his cock as he cried out. I fell onto his wet torso, our lips locked in a passionate kiss. I turned my head and rested it on his shoulder, catching my breath as his cock slipped out of me. “I’ve never felt anything…” We held each other, our chests heaving from the exertions as our breathing slowly became normal. I slipped off his sweat and cum drenched body and threw my leg across his hips, holding him closely. We drifted into a light slumber as the morning sun danced across our bodies. In the afternoon we made our way back to the pond, playing like children in the water. We lay in the new grass near the water’s edge drying ourselves in the afternoon sun. “I have to go into London tomorrow and I was hoping you’d join me.” Miles was silent for a moment. “How long?” “I thought we might get a room and make a night of it. Let me take you to dinner.” “I suppose it can be arranged. Let me check my schedule.”
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