1 Chapter 1

Jonathan Carver was on his hands and knees in his loft over the classroom of the grammar school. His knees, forearms, and forehead were pressed into the cornhusk mattress of his bed. He could feel Nathaniel’s tumescence within him. Nathaniel’s sweat dripped on his back while his lover’s rough, work hardened hands rubbed his hips. As he rhythmically pumped his body against him, Jonathan could feel Nathaniel’s testicles slapping against his legs, his coarse pubic hair prickling his smooth buttocks with every stroke. Nathaniel’s ragged breaths whispering in Jonathan’s ears were punctuated with low moans and the invoking of God’s name along with Jonathan’s.

Jonathan was past the pain of penetration that, at first, had seared through his body as he lost his virginity to Nathaniel’s initial powerful thrusts. The physical sensations he was now experiencing were not pleasurable by any means. The feeling of fullness and a need to evacuate caused him much discomfort. But, the overwhelming emotional satisfaction of being in union with another man far outweighed any perceived unpleasantness. With his eyes closed, he allowed himself to be mesmerized by the moment, pushing down the voices that cried for his eternal damnation for engaging in such debauchery.

“Jonathan, I am going to finish!” Nathaniel’s voice was strained as he thrust himself tightly against Jonathan’s buttocks and stopped all movement. Jonathan could feel the bigger man holding his breath and then, accompanied by a moan, he could sense the pulsating of Nathaniel’s penis deep inside his bowel. A renewed, but irregular stroking followed. At the conclusion of each thrust, Jonathan could feel the pulsations of the organ trapped in the confines of his body, feel Nathaniel shudder, hear him moan in pleasure.

The undulations slowed and finally ceased. With a groan and great rush of breath, Nathaniel collapsed on the kneeling man, causing him to crumple to the mattress. Jonathan felt the heaving of Nathaniel’s chest, the pounding of his heart against his back, and the slow softening of his member. He dreaded the moment when it would be withdrawn. Their union, despite the discomfort it had caused him, was the most thrilling experience Jonathan Carver had ever had in all his twenty years of life. It was the culmination of a search that had gone on since puberty, though until recently, he had had no idea of what he was searching for, or that he was even searching at all, only that there was a sense of something important missing in his life. Now that missing piece had been discovered.

Nathaniel pressed his face into the nape of Jonathan’s neck, nuzzling his long, damp, blond hair. He slid his hands along Jonathan’s arms until, reaching the backs of his hands; Nathaniel entwined his fingers with Jonathan’s. Jonathan contracted his gluteus muscles, causing the man on his back to sigh. As Nathaniel’s heart rate and breathing became regular, his penis slipped from its resting place. He rolled off Jonathan and lay on his back beside him. Jonathan turned on his side, leaning his head on his hand, gazing at the man with whom he had just had intercourse. He marveled at the handsome face, the deep muscular chest covered with soft, dark hair. He reached out and ran his fingers through that hair with his free hand. Nathaniel was gently stroking his semi-erect penis with his left hand. His right was lying on his forehead, palm up. His eyes were closed. He was smiling

Nathaniel opened his eyes. His smile deepened as he looked up into the blue eyes staring down into his.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, reaching up with his right hand to stroke Jonathan’s smooth cheek, while his left continued its stroking.

“A bit,” Jonathan lied, not wanting to shatter the blissful moment with the confession that the pain, at the moment of penetration, had been excruciating.

“Good, as hurting you is not at all what I intend. My first time was very painful.”

“You have done this before, then?” Jonathan had assumed so, as Nathaniel seemed to know what he was doing.

“Aye, ‘twas many years ago when I came here on a merchant ship to fulfill my indenture to Mr. Adams.”

Jonathan continued to softly stroke Nathaniel’s body from shoulder to abdomen, as he listened to the deep voice recount the tale of his first sexual encounters.

“I sailed on the Lady Julian from Portsmouth. We were barely a day out of port when a man approached me. His name was Dequian. He told me he was from an island in the seas south of the New World—a place called Jamaica. He was swarthy, his head was shaved and he wore rings in his ears. The man was difficult to understand, as he had a strong, unfamiliar manner of speaking. Dequian wore an open sleeveless, leather vest with no shirt beneath. It was the closest I had ever been to a nearly naked man and it made my blood race. The next few days, as soon as Dequian’s watch was done, he would find me. We would stand at the rail and talk. One evening he lured me into one of the holds. There he shared his daily ration of rum with me. It was there that he seduced me.”

Jonathan gasped.