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.Panting, Roy slid his hands between Ash s thighs and palmed the warm flesh,squeezing with his thumbs.Ash mewled, drawing his knees up, and with a grunt ofsatisfaction, Roy pushed his thighs apart.Ash s cock gleamed in the firelight, rising proudly from its nest of blond curls.Roy lowered his head and lapped lightly at the blood-dark head, tasting the slicksalt on his tongue.Ash groaned and bucked and Roy took him deeper, savoring every whimper,every jerk of the young man s body beneath his own.He held Ash open with hishands and took full advantage, sucking Ash down as deep as he could, reveling inthe thick meat against the back of his throat.Ash was crying out now, high and sweet, voice breaking on Roy s name as hethrashed on the blankets.Roy sped up his stroke, working Ash s head with histongue, and Ash arched up off the bed with a short, guttural cry.His juice exploded over Roy s tongue, and Roy lapped at every drop, beforepulling back slowly, releasing Ash s still-twitching cock.He stretched out next toAsh, still panting and boneless on the blankets, and Ash rolled close to him,burrowing in.Roy kissed him gently, then took hold of his own aching cock, starting up aslow rhythm the one he d grown accustomed to through long and lonely practice.But Ash pushed himself up, then reached down to cover Roy s hand with his,moving with him. Let me, Ash whispered.Roy s eyes flew open.Ash was staring at him, thosesweet and mysterious gold-flecked eyes huge and feral with desire.Predator s eyes,filled with knowledge and meaning; eyes that could not possibly belong to a shy,innocent English boy. Ash? Roy whispered, raising a hand to his lover s face.Ash moved his head,nipping playfully at Roy s fingers; then the moment was gone.Roy dropped back to the bed, shuddering as Ash palmed his cock.Then Ashwas sliding down his body, soft, skilled lips touching him just right, and inmoments, Roy was bowing off the bed, shouting as he came, hard and long.Roy fell asleep clutching Ash to his chest and wondering about the depths ofpassion and the secrets that lay beneath his lover s youthful exterior. Chapter NineRoy stood at the entrance to the cave with Ash at his shoulder, looking downover the veldt.The morning had dawned clear and bright, and the only traces of thestorm remained in the crushed and broken thornbushes flattened by the torrentialrain.Chuckling waterfalls ran down the surrounding hills, flush and misty, and farbelow their perch herds of beasts moved like so many ants, grazing their fill beforethe heat of the day. Duiker, Roy said, pointing,  and over there are buffalo.Both good eating.And look, over there, those are impala.They re beautiful.One day I ll take you outthere and we ll watch them run.There s nothing quite like that, Ash, nothing atall. It s beautiful, Ash said simply, taking the bowl of maize porridge Royhanded him. Back in England, I used to think I would do anything for a differentlife to be someone else, you understand. He shook his head. I d live it again,every minute of it, and like it too, knowing I had this to look forward to. He raisedhis head, met Roy s gaze, and smiled.Warmth flooded through Roy, and he looked to his own bowl in confusion.He d seen firsthand the results of the abuse Ash had suffered in Rhodesia.He wascertain Ash had been similarly mistreated in England.And the thought that Ashconsidered his suffering a fair price for a cave on the veldt and the company of abroken-down medical man gone native was humbling indeed. Today I ll take you higher into the hills.We ll see some monkeys, probablybaboons too.There s an old she-leopard with a range up there too, and we might seeher if we re careful.Ash watched Roy with bright, interested eyes. Only one leopard? They re solitary, not like lions.And territorial. I have a lot to learn. Ash scraped his bowl clean. So do I.In this country, it is safest to forget everything you think you knowand start over.Ash seemed on the verge of saying something further, then simply noddedand took his bowl to the spring to wash.For the next two days, the two men made forays into the hills, returning tothe cave each night to eat and sleep.The hills harbored a number of plants Royused in his medicines, and he showed Ash how to gather each one, filling theknapsacks full.Then each evening they laid the gathered herbs out to dry, orground the fresh leaves or flowers for pulp or sap.Ash was a willing pupil, both of the medicines and of the veldt itself.Helearned quickly to step as Roy did, silent and cautious.He began to master thesteady native jog that covered the miles so effortlessly.And above all else, herespected the land and the beasts within it.Roy rarely hunted with guns; powder and shot were too hard to come by forwasteful use.He d never become adept with the native spear and instead used aslingshot to bring down small game.They dined on roast guinea fowl and wildpumpkin, and by the third night in the cave, Ash was barely recognizable as thefrightened, beaten English boy Roy had found under the baobab tree.His skin hadalready browned under the African sun, a warm, golden sheen banishing the pastywhiteness.His eyes looked deeper every day, crinkling at the edges as he learned tolook farther than he ever had before, the gold flecks more pronounced every timeRoy looked at him.He moved more smoothly, becoming surer in his own skin.Andmost of all, he was no longer afraid.* * * *On the morning of the third day they set off for the hills again, and Ash sheart lifted with every footstep [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]