Heaven Tastes Like Peaches

Konrad gushed out and Sławek, despite his sincere intentions, was unable to keep it in his mouth. Sperm flooded his throat, then his face. He fell, leaning on his hands and choking.

"Are you all right?" Konrad leaned over him.

Sławek nodded and then raised his head and looked into his lover's concerned, sparkling hazel eyes. His face was flushed and extremely alluring. Wonderfully beautiful.

"You didn't have to do that," Konrad added, examining him.

"I wanted to," he replied with a simple, sincere smile. "I still do."

"I love you so much" he heard the sweet challenge and Konrad's lips sank into his again.

They embraced and fell into the tall, unmown grass. Nothing could reach Sławek anymore, except an insatiable thirst. He did not know when they stripped off their clothes, their nakedness, like the first people in paradise, shadowing the leaves with the shade of the sun and the sun. He did not know when he pulled his knees up to his chest, and Konrad's tongue danced between his buttocks, then a finger, and another, and finally revived cock. He only knew that he was burning with excitement and delight, losing himself in the wonderful union of hearts and bodies.

He knew that he loved Konrad so much and that his body would no longer bear the pleasure. If he doesn't scream ...

"Ahh…!" His scream ended, however, when his lover covered his mouth with his hand. Surprised, he froze.

"Hush, I think someone has come."

The dog wasn't barking, but they both heard the steps clearly, and then ...

"Sławek, are you there? Sławek?"

It's Inga!

Domejczuk immediately turned pale. He was lying naked in the grass and Konrad was also naked. He had a huge cock in his ass pushing him out. If the girl sees them at that moment, they will both die of shame!

Konrad raised his head a little. Sławek, terrified, wanted to call him not to, but his mouth was still covered with his hand. Inga called twice more, then tried to open the door.

"They must have left somewhere," she said. "Hey, Kędzior, how are you? And your master is well?"

Sławek suddenly almost suffered a heart attack when he felt Konrad begin to move inside him again.

"Sorry," he heard a whispered voice in his ear, "but I can't help myself. I can not…"

Sławek was terrified. If Inga notices movement, if she hears a moan or a tap and they fuck at that moment... No, it had to be stopped, but if he starts fighting his lover, the girl might notice something, and the whole situation made it difficult for him too was to control the excitement. To make love in such a situation...

"Bye, Kędzior. Tell your master that I will come tomorrow."

She's finally gone, he thought with unspeakable relief. Finally, because he himself is in a moment ...

Konrad's hand suppressed his scream of pleasure turning him into a long moan. He tilted his head upwards feeling darkness before his eyes.

He has never, ever experienced such delight...

***

The days were getting shorter and shorter, so it did not surprise them that the sky was already turning to the orange hue of dusk. They were lying next to each other on their backs, resting after the crazy impressions they had given each other. Sławek had never experienced such pleasure before that he almost blown away his consciousness. He was surprised that there could be such a pleasure. But he was more pleased that he had found his love. In this orchard of paradise, there was no gender question in between. Gender was not a problem, it was rather the dominant feature of their love, because as they told each other for the first time when they confessed their affection, they wouldn't have made love if the latter were a girl. They loved each other for what they were. And neither of them really cared what other people thought of them. They were finally in paradise.

"You know, I am grateful to your father" Sławek said suddenly very sincerely.

Sławek raised his hand and through his spread fingers he looked at the peach leaves and fruit behind them, and maybe even further, at the sky slightly orange in color to the sunset.

"When my grandfather died, I saw no future or purpose for myself. Yes, I know, it's mourning, but not only for me. I was eighteen now, but I didn't even have a good friend to talk to about it. I do not know. I don't think I would have ended well."

"Do not say that…"

"Your father made me pull myself together. He was a bit cruel, I thought then, but I don't think so now."

"My father is cruel," Konrad gritted his teeth. "If you could see how he treats my mother!"

"I'm sorry, really." His hand dropped. He seemed to be ashamed of the words he was saying, or of hidden thoughts.

Konrad felt a conflict within himself.

"Father was always a monster, and he acted this way," he said, angry. "My mother was nothing to him in his eyes. He was screaming at her all the time, looking as if… she was a worm. I don't know how many lovers there are. For him, only money matters. Can't respect other people's feelings. He's a mean, greedy pig…!"

"Maybe he just can't."

"What?"

"I read somewhere that some people have trouble establishing honest, emotional relationships. Some people love more, the more they see their loved ones as enemies who want to hurt them."

"Absurd!"

"For them, love is a threat to their own self," continued Sławek tirelessly. "They are so afraid of rejection that they cannot live in fear of it and they do everything themselves to end the relationship as soon as possible."

"So he could just divorce her! He didn't have to be a monster to her."

"It seems to me that he did not do it on purpose..."

"You don't know him," Konrad shook his head. He felt irritated that Sławek was defending his father. "You saw him once in your life."

Domejczuk rolled over and looked at his face. Skalski was attracted by this look. Whether he wanted to or not, he looked at him himself and saw two bright, blue, but serious and a bit sad eyes.