“I relived the scent of his arousal, the scent of my own, and the combination that signaled our companheiro calor. I sank slowly but surely into that space, the one where I was his and he was mine and I enjoyed it. I had everything—my companheiro, my education, the future of becoming a teacher and touching many lives. I had it all. And then he appeared. Right there in the center of having it all, he walked into the scene as if I’d invited him, or at the very least left the door open for his entr...ance. I should have known he would come, should have suspected that happiness was too good to be true. His hair was long, twisted in dreads hanging down his back, draped over both his shoulders. His pants were loose fitting over muscled thighs, his arms and chest bare but for the dark-colored vest he wore. His boots crunched against the ground that had turned from city concrete to jungle grass and vine. His eyes glittered as they met mine, a slow smile forming on his dark-skinned face. It was my uncle, Sabar, and he was here for me.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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