It was a Sunday morning the bright sun was warm, heat waves, but still chilly, Sol jumps out of the bed to serve himself some hot chocolate. Gets out his bamboo shelter room; grabs farming tools and starts working, picking beans and vegetables. His husband gets out of the wooden shelter and sees the bright sun and rocky mountains beyond, as if it’s at the end of the planet.Then he looks down and sees the dark, bleak, gloomy jungles. And on his right there’s his feminine husband, whom is working on the small field they’ve cut down in the middle of the forest, not that far away from their village. He then says to Sol “ Is everything doing alright on the agriculture. are the GODS serving us well. ” “ Yes honey in fact the corn field has covered up our soil we worked on a few months back; it occupied it as expected”. They both then gathered up their things and then walked through a pathway, it was narrow but they bypassed the long junglelish trees and vast vivid leaves. Nothin but green. It lead to their community or locality, a congregation of peasants.
Meanwhile Sol’s Brother was in his pyramid, contemplating in his tomb, his room and environs were majestic. There were mashica engravings, inscriptions of Aztec and Mayan hieroglyphs in his stoned walls. A week before Nefertiti or himself, was thinking about schemes to apply to his evil plans. He established a meeting of nobles, settled in the tomb. And came up with something thoroughly ruthless “We are going to embody my brother’s tribe with hate, by making his people go out of control with jealousy and selfishness, after all he’s amid peasants. They are uneducated and really stupid” Nefertiti uttered. His obedient audience listened indulgently, thus they couldn’t really grasp his obfuscatory plan, although they had always acknowledged that their Nefertiti was a ignoramus. Nefertiti was a strong masculine man and was considered one of the greatest warriors of all Mashica’s empire, no man had a vainglorious alpha reputation than him.
Sol wasn’t feeling his families ways of life of being wealthy. He had more of a Robin Hood type of superego, so therefore he didn’t feel this environment, it was too much of a colossal convenience for him to live his current life. So he decided to escape from his brainwashed, programmed trait of his personality, which he evidently inherited from his family. thus he had fled towards the dark, deep, steep, jungles. While he was on his journey he met poor farmers that were exiled by his family due to some unjust purposes. So him and his people came to an agreement to build and construct a village. Far or miles away from his long forgotten home.
Sol and, Marxist whom is his husband he met during the journey episode he wanted to undertake, finally they both made it to their community.When they crossed over the threshold of their village, They peered straight across the other side of it, their peripheral vision bypassed the circular huts with pointy tops made out of massive dead leaves. But in their front vision, They saw chaos, people with torches trying to fume others, children playing tug of war with golden chains. And heard Baring shrieks and screams of women and children, But in actuality it wasn’t for something subtle they were just fighting for non-generosity. Sol was extremely upset, he then finally ran up and attempted to calm down the crowd. A man then swung at him, Marxist scampered, and ran up; blocked the swing of the attacker, protecting Sol from getting hurt. The stranger then ran away into the obscure, gloomy vista. A half hour later the riot finally stopped completely. Soon it was over, Sol knew his scornful brother was responsible. “I hate you brother” he said ruefully.
Two weeks have passed, by then everyone had settled down. Sol hibernated in his hut for a week thinking whether or not he should confront Nefertiti because he is indeed cowardly. Marxist walked in on Sol while he was changing his clothing and Marxist was somewhat startled because Sol had his slim, smooth, bright brown legs showing. Marxist said aloud confidently “breakfast is ready.” “Okayyyy” Sol said in a sexy manner. Marxist then ran up, back to the village to get some cocoa beans for his hot cocoa, he wanted for breakfast. So soon after he grabbed; pouch of cocoa beans from a merchant. He immediately jerked his head to see behind him, there was just the dark forest. But he felt he was being watched, he was thinking about entering the no man’s land, but then shoved his cocoa beans in a larger pouch; swiftly started sprinting away from his village’s vicinity. Entering the jungle yet running dodging branches and huge leaves left and right. Few minutes after, of long sprinting, on his right foot he mistakenly steps on a shallow pond and then on his left foot he frantically stomps on a dim ground; slipping off from a damp leaf. He falls into the ground head first on top of a sharpened branch situated in a vertical position. His face was thrusted. Beloved Marxist suffered from an abhorrent death. Thus not proceeding; now his velleity, in enjoying breakfast with his gorgeous husband. He died a violent death. Two hours later Sol was finally getting worried, so he left his hut and headed to his village. Once he made it, he saw all his people gathered up into the center of the village, looking like there’s some sort of commotion. When Sol approached them, he saw his Marxist on his back just laying on the ground with his face covered with leaves, due to it was mutilated. The leaves were soaked with blood. Sol promptly burst into tears. The rest of the night, was nothing but utter sorrow.
The next morning Sol didn’t get up, for the next two days. Eventually one morning, He woke up with a morning wood, realizing he’s hopeless and lonely. So he got up from his bed and exited his bedroom pacing around the two stairs situated in front of his hut. He started weeping and moaning, crying for his friend, who’s hut was juxtapositioned from his hut. Then his friend responded to him “yeah, what’s the matter”. “ Im horny and I have a morning wood” Sol bellowed. He then quickly got out of his hut and took a nice glimpse of Sol’s despairing face. He immediately approached him and grabbed his arm and compelled his hopeless, weak, and brittle body into his knees and shoved his huge brown, veiny, cock into his mouth. Sol’s mouth was occupied with his huge precious penis, Sol couldn’t of imagined how great it tasted in his thirsty watery mouth. His natural perky fat lips were wrapped around his cock; going in and out from the shaft to the tip of his head, he looked up at his friend’s sinewy chest, thinking it’s looking really sexy with his six pack and pompous pecks. His friend then let go of his head and grabbed him by his waist with just, one of his strong arms and threw him on top of his bed. Sol was ready to be fucked really hard. He immediately went into doggystyle position, and exposed his perky brown cute anus. Sol’s friend was promptly turned on and he swiftly shoved his huge, veiny cock into Sol’s rectum dry, stimulating his huge horny prostate, so hard that it grew into the size of a walnut, his friend’s blue and white mantle along with his xiut-lulpill, started to twitch, jiggle, and flop intensely. This was intense fucking for Sol; that his xiunnacochtli fell off onto the bed. After 30 minutes of fucking, his prostate started to have a stingy and burning feeling. So he quickly told his friend to stop, in a soft voice but he kept on going pounding Sol’s ass like it was a wet juicy pussy. Sol was thinking maybe it was because he didn’t hear him, so he shrieked loudly “STOP!!!!” But instead of stopping he still kept on going even harder. Sol then started to feel his soul crying unwholesomely, thinking that hopefully this is not now a fetish his friend thinks he’s into. But Sol’s asshole was burning he was in intense pain, this man was really really strong. He couldn’t even move a single part of his friend’s body, so it was pointless to persist in attempting to physically compel him to stop fucking his warm, rashy rectum…….to be continued
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