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Dear Richard,
I am so happy to hear that moving into the city has been going smoothly for you so far. While it does pain me that you could not make the time for us to meet before you left, I do understand that an opportunity like this is one that must be swiftly taken advantage of. If your schedule permits it, I would like for us to arrange a time when I may come to see you and Jane, though I also understand if your work has made you too busy.
However, even if your job proves too burdensome for us to meet, I want to remind you of the benefits of staying in a city. As someone who has lived in an urban setting before, my recommendation is for you to explore. The people there are of such extraordinary variety, with stories and lifestyles so unlike our own. Just getting to know what your ‘neighborhood’ is like becomes an adventure in itself. So, don’t hesitate to take a stroll and talk with an idle stranger or two, or offer some help to anyone who may look like they need it. That was how I met my friend and learned his story. Perhaps you will meet a few people that you will grow fond of as well.
In the meantime, I wish you the best of luck with your work, and I simply can’t wait for when we next meet. Say hello to Jane for me!
Sincerely,
Clarence
Richard, having finished the letter, carefully folded it back into the delicately opened envelope. He sighed, momentarily wondering if he should burn it, before resolving himself to reply with a decline of his friend’s request tomorrow. He was about to go to bed anyway, and he will need the rest and time to think on how he could reject his friend politely and without suspicion. Clarence only knew part of why he had moved away after all, and it will not do for him to simply shut him out. Still, he needed to keep himself separated from him, and it would not be wise to give his fickle heart anyway to pine for him even more than it already has.
Setting the envelope down on the kitchen table, he made his way over to Jane, who was busying herself over a pot of boiling water on the battered black stove in the corner of their dimly lit apartment. Doing his best to relax his body and soak in the feeling, he hugged his wife around the middle as he brought himself close to her. Jane gasped and giggled affectionately as she felt her husband gently kiss her neck, “Wow Richie, I don’t know what’s got into you, but I must say, I wouldn’t mind seeing this side of you more often.”
“Well, it’s just… lately it’s been hard, to move out of our house, to come all the way out here. I’m going to start on my new job tomorrow, and I… I’m afraid. I’ve read as much as I could about law, but to actually practice it, for me, a farmer,” Richard said soulfully, “I just need you to know how happy I am that you’re here to take this leap with me, how grateful I am that you have faith in me. I love you so much Jane, and I will do all I can to not let you down.”
Having finished with the potted water, Jane turned herself around to face her husband. She met Richard’s lips with her own, and the two of them basked in each others warmth before breaking their kiss to stare into each others eyes. “You’ve done everything that you could to prepare yourself for this, you are as ready as anyone could be,” she reassured him with a loving smile, “You can do this Richie, and I’ll be there for you, through thick and thin. I can’t wait to see where our new life takes us.”
Richard grinned back at Jane, his eyes feeling a little wet. At that moment, everything felt so right, his entire being just permeating with contentment and joy. He was with her, both of them so very much in love, their hearts and minds united in their excitement for the future. Here in their cozy abode, with the noises of the street below humming distantly, the two feel like their in a world of their own, with no one and nothing but each other. It was all just so… perfect.
‘So why? Why can’t I feel more? Isn’t this enough? Isn’t this what love is, to give yourself over to her completely, to feel so at peace with her, to have our hearts beat as one? Have I not dug deep enough, shared enough, felt enough? Is there something beyond this perfect moment that I still have to grasp before I can finally… want her?’
Richard felt himself step back, breaking their tender embrace. Jane’s smile faltered ever so slightly, her longing eyes now frantically searching her husband’s face, wondering what had gone wrong. Richard kept his smile rigidly displayed, the magic of the moment they shared yielding to the darkness that was now rapidly seeping its way into his heart. “I’ve got to be out early tomorrow, so I should probably get to bed as soon as I can,” he managed to muster in a relatively casual tone, “You know, can’t be disappointing my boss on the first day.”
“Oh… of course,” Jane agreed, her wistful tone painfully indicative to Richard of her disappointment, “I’ll… get your belongings ready for tomorrow, so don’t worry about that. So… goodnight honey, see you in the morning”
Richard nodded before making his way to their humble little mattress situated in the corner of the Bolu Escort room. Having already removed his day clothes, he gently laid down on his side under the worn sheets. Here, with his faced turned away from Jane, he began to feel the tears slide down his face. His hands clutched at the worn fabric around him as he curled himself up into a ball. His entire body, which only moments ago felt so light and happy, was now wracked with the usual thoughts of guilt, revulsion, and sorrow. He couldn’t help but begin to long for Clarence again, wishing he was there to bring his mind the solace it so desperately craved. Suddenly, he found himself recalling those precious moments of closeness that he had shared with him, and Richard quickly redoubled his efforts to focus on those nebulous feelings of positivity. He could not let himself wander back to that place, that hidden recess of his psyche that his deviancy so reveled in. He forcefully flooded his head with what he needed to remember: he had just promised Jane, committed himself to her face, that he would not let her down.
It was about an hour later, after endlessly drilling that mantra into his brain over and over again, that an utterly exhausted Richard finally fell asleep.
***
Over a few city blocks away, by the polluted river cutting through the urban landscape, a man in a large trench coat, gleaming leather gloves, and a wide-brimmed hat scurried down the roughly-paved road. The hat was pulled low over most of the man’s face, and what little that wasn’t covered was masked by a handkerchief the man held over his mouth and nose. There wasn’t a single patch of skin visible that could expose what the man looked like beneath all of his attire.
The mysterious man made a sharp turn away from the river and into a residential block. The neatly arranged, brick buildings contrasted sharply with the dense canopy of hanging clothes and sizable piles of rubbish. Now taking care to keep quiet, the man briefly surveyed his immediate surroundings before gently opening a door into one of the larger tenements. He began making his way up the stairwell, once again exercising immense caution as he made sure to take each step as silently as he could. The fact that the building’s interior was nearly pitch black further encouraged him to move carefully. After several increasingly tiring minutes, the man, who had accumulated a substantial layer of sweat underneath all his apparel, finally reached the room he was looking for at the end of the dark hallway on the sixth floor. He lightly tapped the door as he whispered as clearly as he could, “It’s me. The password’s–“
A small commotion behind the door cuts him off. Light suddenly lit up the gap beneath the door before it swings open for the mysterious man to enter. Ducking beneath the door frame, he found himself inside the cozy interior of the apartment, which was bathed in dim orange candlelight and the potent scent of lavender water. Empty food cans littered the already messy floor, with a chaotic pile of worn newspapers stacked in one corner as well as a fat, dripping candle, a half full flask of aromatic liquid, a razor, and toothbrush situated in the other. Within the tiny square space, there remained two islands of cleanliness: a recently washed chamber pot placed right beneath the completely covered up window, and a mattress with a crisply folded set of blankets laid on top.
“How’s it been?” the man in the coat asked, still surveying the room.
“Same old, just… boredom,” his host replied, “How’s Emmy, and the others?”
“Bedridden and uneasy, as usual,” the larger man answered, unconsciously wincing at his response.
Silence. Hesitantly, the man turned to gaze at his host, who was busy, kneeling on the floor, stuffing fabric back into the gap under the door. The visitor couldn’t help but notice how tightly the squatting man’s clothing hugged his muscular outline and plump rear, “You’ve been exercising?”
“Well, there’s not much to do in here other than read and take care of myself,” the host muttered, his voice carrying a slight hint of tension as he grabbed at another few bundles of cloth, “Thanks for the stuff by the way, the lavender especially. I cut my hair with the razor too, what do you think?”
“It’s nice,” the bulky man replied, taking care to maintain a casual tone as he studied his companion’s buzz cut, “How did you trim it like that with no mirror?”
“You’d be surprised at what a man can do when he’s stuck in the same room for two months,” the smaller man stated, his frustration now evident.
“Does that mean you’re agreeing to leave?” the man inquired, his tone vaguely hopeful.
“If you mean that I can actually go home, get back in action, see Emmy, then yeah, ‘course, you don’t have to tell me twice” his colleague replied gruffly, as gave the last piece of cloth a few harsh shoves, sealing the door’s bottom, “But let me guess: it’s still not safe for me. They’re cracking down on us, watching my family, putting out hits on me, all that jazz. It’d be better for me to just leave the city, right?”
“Good to hear that you Bolu Escort Bayan were actually listening to me last time,” the bulky man grumbled, his heart sinking as he realized that there was no avoiding the issue, “Though I’m taking it that I still haven’t gotten through to you?”
“Well, you definitely got through to me just how fucked we all are, if we don’t turn all this around soon,” his companion answered, his face still stubbornly turned away, “And from what you just told me, it sounds like nothing’s changed. So, when can I leave, so that I can, you know, do something to fix that?”
“Come on, you know my answer,” the tall man groaned, “If anything happens to you, we have no case. I know we lost the first one, but now that they’re the one suing us, we need as many of your coworkers to come forward against them as possible, and that’s not going to happen if you, their leader, is gone.”
“Ah yes, you need me to rally the workers, so you lock me in here to hide, where I can’t do what you need me alive for,” his host rebutted irritably, “Not to mention telling me to run away, leave the city, to get as far away as possible from where I need to be.”
“I’m not asking you to abandon the fight, you know that! Just as soon as we find an attorney and get our case together, you’ll be back to draw up all the witnesses we’ll need to win this.”
“And how is that search for a lawyer going exactly? It’s kind of hard to get one to agree to a case involving unsafe working conditions when nobody on the workforce wants to squawk against their employer, right? They need to see that there’s support for our cause here. Just let me out of here, and we’ll have a lawyer in no time.”
“That won’t be necessary,” the man angrily cried, “I don’t need you exposing yourself for anything that we don’t absolutely need you for! Good God Evan, how many times do you need to get shot before you see that we all worry for you?!”
Silence again, with the host, Evan, at a loss on what to say. The visitor, sensing his guilt, felt himself deflate as well, “That… I’m sorry, that wasn’t how I wanted to put it. It’s just… I can’t force you to leave, but if you want to fight on, I need you to know that we care about you. So please, just stay put for a little while longer. We’ll need your help soon. Then, it’ll be time to take the fight to them.”
Evan stood up and turned to face him at last. His chocolate brown eyes gleamed from the warm flame of the candle as he smiled softly, “Barret, it’s okay. I know you care, all of you do. I was just… frustrated. I got shot in the arm, and suddenly, I’m stuck inside this safe house like I’m some kind of prisoner while business outside just goes on as usual. It’s like losing that case has made us surrender.”
“Oh no, we haven’t given up at all,” Barret assured him as he stepped closer, taking his right hand in his, “Think of it as a… tactical retreat. We nurse our wounds, and ready ourselves to strike back.”
“Wounds huh?” Evan said casually as he gazed down at his right arm, “I still insist that it wasn’t that bad.”
“It went right through your fucking arm,” Barret chuckled back, his spirit quickly lifting as the tension between them finally dissipates.
“Exactly, it was a just flesh wound, no real harm done,” his friend continued with mock indignation as he waved his arm about vigorously, “Two short months and it’s already fine, see?”
Barret rolled his eyes as he laughed some more, “‘Short’? Now really? And here I thought that you found staying here utterly unbearable.”
“Of course it is… sometimes. I admit, there are periods of… respite that I can enjoy, thanks to you,” Evan answered, his mouth curving into a mischievous grin as he stepped forward, his hands reaching up and around Barret’s neck to draw him in.
The larger man felt his whole body throb in that oh so familiar way. Reaching to encircle his companion’s waist with his burly arms, he reciprocated the embrace as he leaned forward. Their lips met gently, but the kiss soon grew more wild as Barret’s tongue began lashing against Evan’s with needy enthusiasm. When they finally separated to catch their breath, Barret felt his heart flutter as he gazed deeply into Evan’s eyes. Growing up, he never quite understood what his peers meant when they would comment on the beauty of a woman’s eyes. It was so easy to see now that he had simply been looking in the wrong place.
Still gasping for air, Evan eagerly wrapped himself around his lover again, though this time, he took to pecking and nuzzling himself against his neck as he hurriedly began to unbutton his massive coat. Suddenly aware of just how much more sweaty he had gotten in the short time he had been inside Evan’s stuffy dwellings, Barret took to stripping himself of all his apparel as well, until at last, his bare chest felt the sweet caresses of those strong, deft hands, which tortuously trailed down his front until they grazed his erect manhood, which jolted as a single drop of clear liquid leaked out. Evan’s smile widened with delight as he pressed his face against those bulging chest muscles, Escort Bolu his nose drawing in all the potent musk that had been trapped beneath the now discarded apparel.
“To think that you were going to make me leave, and deprive me of this,” Evan groaned as his dexterous fingers continued to play with Barret’s engorged shaft, “Did you perhaps feel that I was an unworthy sheath for your magnificent sword?”
“Oh, you could not be more mistaken,” Barret gasped as he felt that tantalizing pressure build in his loins, “Free yourself of your attire and I will show you just how worthy you are of me.”
With a teasing giggle, Evan obliged, stepping back from Barret to give him a perfect view of his whole body as he slowly peeled off each article of clothing. The pleasant glow of candlelight further complemented his dark olive skin as it exposed itself to the larger man’s ravenous gaze. At last, only Evan’s pants remained, and with a stroke of perverse genius, the well-built man turned away from his bulky lover as he bent forward, jutting out that solid, firm ass as he leisurely rolled his trousers down. Barret’s eyes widened as Evan’s intimate regions came into view, “You shaved it?”
“Yep, I’ve been using that razor for more than just my head,” Evan replied cheekily, delighting in his lover’s shocked and aroused expression as he lowered the garment down to his ankles, “Hell, I even saved most of that lavender water for us tonight so it wouldn’t smell like shit in here.”
The second he kicked off his pants, Barret rushed forward, gripping those voluptuous mounds and pulling them wide open as he pressed his face into his lover’s smooth ass. Evan yelped as he careened forward, planting his hands on the walls for support as he braced himself against his beloved’s passionate assault. Blissful shivers ran up his spine as he felt Barret’s clever tongue flick all over and inside his rear entrance. “Barret, enough,” Evan panted with desperate need, “I’ve prepared everything for tonight already, including myself, so just please–“
Without missing a beat, Barret rose to his full height, aligning himself before driving forward, shoving his entire cock deep inside Evan. Both men suppressed the urge to scream as the former began viciously pounding into those exquisite depths. The smaller man drew in a sharp intake as he felt the dick’s bulbous head strike that glorious place inside him that always shattered any semblance of composure he had left. Evan began to moan with such rapturous intensity that Barret had to clasp a hand over his gaping mouth to muffle the sounds of his arousal. As if doing so had raised his partner’s elation, Barret felt the pressure around his inflamed cock tighten, and to his horror, his whole body suddenly convulsed as he roared at the top of his lungs. Frantically biting his lips to silence himself, Barret found that he was no longer capable of regaining control, his hips thrusting back and forth with reckless abandon. The larger man realized, to his dismay and glee, that he was nearing the edge already, so he tried his best to slow the pace at which his shaft rammed its way in and out of that deliciously snug ass. It was to no avail. The euphoria that threatened to boil over was mounting too quickly for him to stop anymore. Trying to focus on anything else to delay the inevitable, Barret pulled himself up against his lover and began to whisper breathlessly in his ear, “Only you can do this to me Evan. Only you can make me lose myself, make me abandon all sense and throw caution to the wind like this. You, my darling, are going to be the death of me.”
Evan, freeing himself of Barret’s muffling hand, turned over his shoulder to face his lover. Both men drank the sight of each other in, their mouths agape and their eyes wide, enraptured and utterly consumed by their lust for one another.
Then suddenly, Barret pressed himself tightly against his lover as he howled out in ecstasy, and it was Evan’s turn to silence him, this time with a kiss of unmatched intensity. The smaller man felt his beloved’s body shudder fervently as the cock inside his rear twitched and pulsed. A familiar, warm sensation abruptly began flooding into him in short, potent bursts. Evan clenched his eyes and mouth shut as he felt his own body peaking in response. His dripping dick began spraying ropes of viscous white semen all over the flimsy apartment wall, and he felt his ass spasm and squeeze the shaft buried deep inside of him, drawing more of its seed out to be planted inside of his gut. Throughout that sublime moment, both men remained wholly captivated by their kiss, their lips locked in an intimate embrace.
About a minute later, when their orgasms finally subsided, the two men managed to separate themselves and stand upright, though Evan did so with a slight whimper as he felt his insides go empty. Barret’s cock, having been unsheathed from his lover’s ass, sprang back and slapped against his stomach, its engorged head still standing at attention. Evan grinned excitedly as he swiftly fell to his knees, his lips and tongue quickly busying themselves all along the glistening shaft. Barret, who was still feeling sensitive from his climax, groaned appreciatively as he watched his lover clean his dick of its fluids. “You realize,” the larger man managed to utter between moans, “How filthy… that must be… having just… been inside–oh!”
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