Heaven Tastes Like Peaches

Konrad noticed that Domejczuk said a quiet 'goodbye' and headed towards his house.

"Why were you so polite to that ghastly woman?" he caught up with Sławek in three steps.

"That's an elderly lady, why should I be rude?"

"Just because she's older, are you supposed to put up with her impertinence?"

"And you don't respect older people?"

"I respect them, but not such! Is it only because she is old and you are young that she is allowed to exalt herself?"

"I don't think she did it on purpose..."

"Especially! If she is not even aware of her behavior, what does that say about her? She doesn't even have a high school diploma!"

"You know, education is not the only determinant of a person's worth. She has a lot of experience. She must have been working for twenty years or more, so she must know the reality better than any young person with a university degree."

"Okay, yes, experience is important, but in every profession there must be some rules! To approach you in the street like that! Stupid bastard! For a penny of tact! She hasn't thought of your feelings at all."

Konrad was very irritated by the whole situation. If this scene had concerned someone else, he probably wouldn't have paid any attention to it at all, but this woman was referring to Sławek. To his Sławek!

He gasped almost like an angry bull, and suddenly noticed his companion smiling happily, if only furtively.

"What's so good for you?" He asked surprised. "Well?" He urged.

"Nothing, actually nothing, just ... You stood up for me. It was… fun."

Konrad suddenly felt his chest being pushed out by pride and his heart growing with satisfaction. I guess that's how princes in fairy tales must feel when they defend their loved one.

"Did you like it?"

"Nom," Sławek agreed, which warmed Skalski's heart even more.

For those simple words and for that smile, it was worth getting carried away. Knight in shining armor or not, he somehow felt greedy. Sławek's house was only a few steps away from them. He moved closer to the boy and feeling a lump of greed build up in his throat, he said softly:

"How about the award?"

"Award?" Domejczuk asked uncertainly. "But I don't know what ...? You know I have no money."

"Who's talking about money? Maybe we could go to the orchard and taste some peaches."

"Er... sure," agreed Sławek. He looked confused. "But you sure you only want peaches?"

"E…" 'only?' Definitely not! "Believe me, your peaches are truly heavenly."

"They are indeed exceptionally plump this year," he agreed.

So they went straight to the orchard, which changed from what Konrad had seen in the first days after his arrival, although the boy, absorbed in Sławek, did not even notice it. The grass has grown tall, many trees have already lost their fruit, while others have gained color. Even the smell has changed.

"Those peaches are finished" explained Domejczuk, leading him to a slightly different area of ​​the orchard, more to the side. "One day, when you were in the store, Inga took the rest. But I also have a later variation. It's just as tasty, with only less orange flesh and maybe less juicy."

It was not the peaches themselves that interested Konrad the most. He was indifferent to their color or taste. He remembered, however, how delicious it was in Sławek's mouth and how he himself reacted to the sight. While undoubtedly deliciously delicious, they were merely a prop in the hands of a young man, a prop used unknowingly to seduce him.

The memory itself was an introduction to pleasure. Then he stopped himself as the juice from the bitten fruit flowed down Slawek's chin and neck. But it was different then, they had not yet crossed that dangerous line of emotional or physical intimacy. They had both stepped over now, and both knew it.

Now Konrad was not going to hold back.

His heart pounded with anticipation of this moment. He saw how Sławek looked at the tree, how he selected the most beautiful fruits with his eyes. He swallowed as the boy finally tore off one, then the other, and held out his hand to him.

Konrad took the fruit muttering a quiet "thank you". He was too tight for his voice to sound easy. He saw that the moment he was waiting for was inexorably drawing closer. Sławek smiled sweetly and bit into the soft fruit.

Juice gushed to the sides, juicy and sweet.

The peach fell from Konrad's hand, who in two steps reached Sławek and pierced his surprised mouth with passion. The second fruit fell into the soft grass, rolling on it for a while.

"Ah ..."

Sławek's moan was sweet, like the juice on his shapely mouth. Surprise quickly gave way to a timid but willing to caress. Sławek threw his arms around his neck, pulling him a bit more boldly.

"You didn't mean the peaches..." he groaned as they paused to gasp.

"Not peaches," he agreed.

"What if someone sees us?" Konrad felt the fear in his voice and the strong, restless beating of his heart.

"Here? In these grasses? Behind this fence? Behind these thickets?"

"Right," Sławek chuckled nervously. "I love you," he whispered. "I would like to."

"I love you," he replied with all the sincerity of his heart. "And I want like no one in the world."

Sławek slipped his hand under his shirt and ran it over his torso. He became much bolder than the first time he was ready to run away at any moment, if only Konrad decided to let him go. Now he was taking the initiative himself, which was even more wonderful.

Their breaths, faster and faster, merged into one, showing their impatience. Konrad did not wait anymore - he definitely put his hand in Sławek's fly and was pleased to sense the eager answer.

Suddenly he felt something else and groaned in surprise. Sławek took the initiative and got into his pants, unbuttoned the fly and touched the penis behind it.

"Ugh ..." Konrad muttered with satisfaction. More than the touch, he enjoyed the fact that Sławek began to deal with him so boldly...

***

Sławek knew one thing - if you love someone, if you want someone, you cannot only take, you must also give. Therefore, despite his inborn shyness, as soon as the temperature in both rose, as soon as the kiss warmed them red and Konrad's wonderful touch was on his penis, Sławek stopped hiding behind his own fears and decided to be bold. He held out his hand and, thinking absolutely nothing, surrendered to his instincts.

"Ugh..."

So that's what I had in me, he thought, and swallowed hard. The memory of their first time, a little painful, at first quite unpleasant but later wonderfully delightful, filled his mind, captured his imagination.

The penis drowned in his mouth. It was not easy for him. The swelling mass filled him, and he, so inexperienced, didn't even know what to do with his tongue. But the instinct worked and, putting his tongue underneath, he sucked.

"Umm..." Konrad groaned again and leaned his hand slightly on Slawek's shoulder. "So good…"

The praise made him happy and motivated. It's never so good that it can't be better. He felt Konrad's fingers clenching on his shoulder and his hardening manhood in his mouth. The love he felt struck him twice as hard. How wonderful it is to give pleasure to someone you love!

"If you don't slow down, then I ..." he heard above his head and understood. He sensed the changes taking place in his lover's cock and recognized them. He waited for the great moment with pounding heart.

"Oh my…"