Nando & Will - New Beginnings
It had been a couple of months in the coming, but finally Fernando, Nando Rodreguez was taking the irrevocable step in the relationship that had already changed his life forever. Finally, Nando was going to deflower his virgin lover. Previously the lovers had only managed snatched opportunities for pleasure. Today, Nando was able to provide time, privacy, a bed to share and in his heart he now believed his younger lover was ready for this step. He had previously feared that the lack of sexual experience for his beloved may have led his younger lover to mistake a form of hero-worship for love. But now, the older South American was sure that this was not the case. The love he felt was shared and returned. He glanced quickly at the other basic staples in the room. There was a tray that held some bread, cheese, oil and red wine. Whilst he recognized he couldn't provide either a boudoir or a banquet, it was somewhere he could unashamedly make love to his beautiful angel.
Blue eyes gazed adoringly at the South American. There was a great deal of nervousness regarding the impending loss of virginity. However, there was no mistaking the desire coursing through young veins to finally make love with the handsome older man who so totally held their younger lover's heart. One source of nervousness was the lack of knowledge of what to do. Whilst Nando had been very careful in explaining the mechanics of sexual intercourse between them, there remained uncertainty regarding pleasuring the older man. There was recognition that being penetrated could be painful and could cause some bleeding, but the fear of these paled alongside the fear of failing to pleasure the one they loved. Any discomfort would be more than worth it for their body to be as fully possessed by the South American as he possessed the heart and soul of the nervous virgin.
"Te quiero," Nando husked as he regarded his young lover. "I love you, mi Angel. First we will get more comfortable mmm? Then we need to relax, so we will eat and drink a little. After some food and some wine, Juanita is providing some heated water. I will bathe you and then we will see what happens, yes?" Despite the older man positing the suggestions as questions, it was obvious that he would brook no argument as to the course the afternoon would follow. Smiling at his lover's nod of agreement, he held out his hand. "We can relax here," he added. He patted the space next to himself on the bed and waggled his eyebrows. His smile widened as he was joined by his lover without hesitation. As his lover sat beside him, he kissed his virgin deeply, possessing their unresisting mouth. Cupping the back of their neck, he tilted his lover's head back to expose the fragile column of pale flesh of his lover's throat. He ran his tongue along the delicate skin, then nipped and sucked sharply to leave a mark of his possession. He felt his cock throb at the gasp from his lover, who made no move to resist the marking. Nando wanted to be buried deep in the willing body that sat so trusting and so temptingly next to him. However, he refused to rush things. This day was a day for love, not lust.
He stood slowly and removed his gunbelt, slinging it over the post at the top of the bed. He then removed his boots and pulled out his shirt from his still fastened pants. Moving to stand in front of his wide-eyed lover, Nando's smile turned feral. "Unfasten it for me, Angel," he commanded softly. He watched with a growing hunger as pale, slender hands reached shakily to indo the shirt buttons. Finally the shirt hung open, displaying a dark-skinned, well-muscled torso. A light dusting of body hair over solid pectoral muscles became a slim line of hair pointing the way down to where a solid bulge was evident at the South American's groin. "Your turn," he smiled. Pulling his lover to their feet, he removed their gunbelt to hang it next to his. Next he removed their boots and untucked their shirt. He rapidly unfastened the garment, sweeping it open to reveal the youthful, hairless chest of his lover. He growled softly as his fiery gaze devoured the exposed flesh. Reaching out, his hand slowly caressed each dark pink nipple, relishing the gasp of pleasure and the way the nubs instantly hardened under his touch.
"Oh, Nando, I love you so much."
Nando gazed into the face of the young man he was gently arousing. If he had been told by anyone just six months ago that he would have as his chosen life-mate the young nephew of the owners of the Rancho des Toros, he would have laughed out loud. Nando had loved the young man from the day they had first met, when his older sister Marguerita was becoming Jackson Brooks's wife. He had loved Will as a sibling, as the younger brother he had always wanted. Will had only been 16, a little short of 17, but so young and naïve he seemed even younger. Nando was already mature beyond his years at 23. However, somewhere along the line that love had deepened and become of a different nature altogether. Nando had been in lust many times with both men and women and what he thought might have been something deeper once or twice. However, none of his previous encounters had made him feel the way he did when around Will or compared to the way he felt about Will. Will was now a devastatingly beautiful young man of 23 to Nando's almost 30. Nando's father on his last visit to Rancho des Toros had negotiated that Will spend the last six months at their own Rancho des Caballos to learn about breeding horses.
They lived in a small country, Costa Roja, Red Coast, set between America in the North and Mexico in the South. So called because as the sun set, the shifting sands of the desert terrain looked like a sea of red, stretching to as far as the eye could see. In this country same sex relationships were normal and accepted as equally as those of mixed sexes. Instead of a church wedding, there was a civil marriage, recognised as equally binding as that within the church. Nando's Papa, Don Carlos had seen the spark between the two men immediately when visiting and Nando was amazed at his father's matchmaking. Nando had first found that Will's room was mysteriously in need of some work, as was his own bedroom and the two had 'needed' to share a room with two single beds. It had worked its magic. As they sat or lay and talked, the two men had grown closer and closer, finally admitting their mutual love and desire. His young lover had no sexual experience to call upon and Nando had kept his libido in strong check around the beautiful young man. However, slowly he had come to realize that Will often gazed at him with longing when he thought Nando's attention was elsewhere and tentatively the Rojan had begun to court his young love. Their mutual desire had been expressed a scant two months earlier and Nando was starved for the taste of the young man he loved. The opportunities for the men to enjoy a physical aspect to their love had proven to be almost impossible. There had been snatched kisses and quick touches and a couple of occasions for the Rojan to pleasure his love, but it wasn't enough. Nando wanted more, much, much more. He planned a very short engagement.
Nando had not wanted to deflower the younger man outside of marriage, but when Will returned home, Nando had a commitment at the ranch of his younger sister Isabella and would not join Will for two weeks. Will had begged to be able to make love before they parted and knowing that as far as he was concerned, Will was as good as married to him, Nando had finally conceded.
The Rojan did have reservations about how the young man's Uncle Jack would react and was planning on eliciting the help of Will's other uncle, Bart Brooks. He knew that the other man hadn't always taken off with saloon girls when the ranchmen had gone out carousing. However, he was always very discreet and Nando was certain that Bart and he shared the same preference for the company of their own sex, whilst able to enjoy the company of both.
"Nando," the moaning of his name and the gentle stroking of his cheek brought the Rojan back instantly to the present. In front of him was a half-naked Will Brooks, whose nipples were now achingly hard from the constant attention of Nando's calloused hands.
