Make You Finish

The western side of the lake, the delta facing the vicinity of the lake house is full of trees and all manner of shrubs that grow on hot summer weather. They saw wild berry shrubs and flowers that only grow under the foliage of trees. However, they saw not one peach fruit, all the peach trees that they saw were old and are unable to bear anymore fruit.

From the opposite bank, the lake house looked small, as small as Gianni's index finger when he held it out to compare the structure. The waters were wilder in this part and the delta has more rocks and topographic variations. The two were standing on a cliff overlooking a boulder that stood out like an island on the water's surface. Many fish frequently jumped out of the surface, too, but kingfishers that stood on the rock awaited them. Their blue back feathers were streaks of color on the boulder's grey face. Their white and red bellies open up when they swoop in to catch their prey.

The two move further. The sun reached its peak and is falling fast on the two of them.

"Still no sign of peaches here," Julien hops over a fallen log. "I could've sworn remembering an entire orchard here."

"Let us press on still, my prince," Gianni follows him. "They may be up ahead."

The cliff turned into a rocky delta. The foliage became thinner and the hot summer weather has started to take its toll.

"I'm sweating rocks," the prince wipes his forehead with his sleeve, "it was raining, now it's so hot."

"Please rest under the shade, your Highness," Gianni finds a barren patch of soil under a hardwood maple and bids the prince to sit. He stacks together multiple maple leaves and turns them into a fan. "I'll keep you cool."

The prince obliges. He rests under the tree letting Gianni fan him with the makeshift instrument.

"Don't you feel hot?" the prince opens his concern as he shakes the seams of his chemise revealing his muscular chest. "You can sit here with me and you can fan the both of us."

"I'm used to collecting herbs under the summer sun, my prince," Gianni fans him closer, he sees the prince's bosom as he crept in. "This heat reminded me of our domain back home, where it is warmer."

"But I want you to sit down," Julien grabs Gianni's arm and places him front between his legs. "There, now we can sit comfortably and be cool together."

A long pause ensues. No sound came out of the two. They heard nothing but the sounds that nature gave them--the minute rustling of the leaves, the chirping of the kingfishers from the lake and the birds abound, the serene splashing of the water as the fish jumped, and the beating of the lake against the pebbles of the bank.

"What are we, my prince?" Gianni turns to him, their faces so close in proximity. He gazes directly into Julien's eyes, finding the courage, undeterred to ask the question that clouded his mind. "Am I your butler? Am I plaything for you to torment and humiliate? Are you turning me into a toy for your pleasure?"

"No," the prince replies and pauses. "You are more than a butler and a friend to me. You are very dear and precious. And I want you to be mine and I want to be yours."

Another long pause follows, but this time, the two of them could hear each other's heartbeat racing faster than a swift coursing river.

"But you're a prince, I'm just a commoner. We can't be together," Gianni softly says.

"They will do no such thing."

"If anybody found out what we felt, I could be imprisoned or hanged. I have similar feelings to you, too, but it's not practical for me to follow it."

Before Gianni could utter another sentence, Julien grabs him and kisses him. Julien held Gianni's chin up to his face and caressed his hair often squeezing it.

"That ought to silence you," Julien smiles after the encounter, giving Gianni another smack on the lips after finishing his sentence. His face becomes painted with seriousness and Gianni felt it, "I will protect you, shield you. I shall become your knight. You need not fear those who wish to separate us for I have the power to be rid of them."

"You make me happy and safe," Julien continues. "You make every waking day a comfort. You make me feel invincible against any assassin that may come to poison me. With ever breath I take, I breath for you to safeguard and protect you. And I endeavor that you feel the same with me."

"I do. I do feel the same."

And with that response, the two passionately ate each other. Julien entered his tongue to which Gianni responded with his. Julien then sucked it off to which Gianni became taken aback. The prince slowly glided his left hand under Gianni's chemise and fondled his nipple. His right hand made its way under Gianni's breeches as the prince began to squeeze his hump. Gianni responds with rubbing the hard and throbbing rod under the prince's breeches.

Prince Julien slowly lifted Gianni's chemise leaving him exposed. He lays him down on a patch of grass beside the tree and sucks on the nipples that teased him so. He licked and sucked it as if he was a babe drinking milk. Gianni let out a moan. The prince then kissed him again and went to kiss every part of his torso. He covered every inch of Gianni's body making a line towards his breeches.

"I'm not ready for that," Gianni stopped him midway.

"I understand," the prince replies, "we need not do it."

"But I can do this for you," Gianni switches their positions, making the prince lay down. He removes the prince's clothes and worked with his body the same way the prince did with him. He then removes the prince's breeches revealing a throbbing penis. It was rock hard and erect that its head reached above the prince's belly button. It's so big. Will it fit in my mouth?

Gianni begins gobbling it down as if it was his favorite dish made and prepared just for him after being subjected to a century of famine. He makes work of it sucking it until the base. The prince could not help but moan in response. He holds Gianni's head and plunged himself inside further.

I'm choking. This is too big.

Gianni spews the penis out and catches his breath. The saliva-coated rod squelched as it laid back on the prince's six pack.

"Are you okay?" the prince sees Gianni's face red as a tomato and panting as if he just swam from the lake. "Perhaps we should stop."

"No."

"But you look completely flustered."

"Not at least until you finish. I just want to make you finish."

Seeing Gianni so determined yet tired, Prince Julien stands up and makes Gianni kneel. He places his thing inside Gianni's mouth and begin thrusting it in and out. He lets go of all his stamina and just let pleasure consume him. Before long, he began secreting juices which added more to Gianni's mouth. He picked up the pace and came to a rhythm faster than tango.

"I'm almost... I'm coming."

With a great thrust, Julien launched his milk inside Gianni's mouth. The latter could feel his entire mouth being filled up with the prince's juices. He swallowed it all and licked the prince's tool clean. However, licking him only made him feel worse as the prince seemed ready to do it all over again--he was still as hard as steel.

He still wants to go on?

"The sun is starting to set," the prince properly puts in his breeches, his hard tool stood out creating a volcano from down under. "We should find the orchard."

"Your Highness," Gianni holds his hand, "thank you for letting me do that."

"Julien. Call me Julien when it's just the two of us."