1. The Shepherd and the Gentleman (first draft) (from


    Date: 10/31/2017, Categories: First Time, Gay Male, Author: pluxkuba, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    walls were covered with real paintings with men and women and c***dren dressed in a strange but funny way and landscapes of places he never could imagine, and they grew up through the stairs, vanishing on the curve of it. It didn't matter he was giving birth to a pool of water in the dusty carpet underneath or that he started to shiver with cold and the clothes glued to his body. Something of extraordinary, this place. In the middle of the entrance wall was a dried circular marble fountain, and on the centre of it a beautiful white statue, one metre high, of a young shepherdess with a staff and a little dog with its front paws on her leg, tongue out in its open mouth and staring at the girl. It is not possible this to be true... When Laurindo appeared from the corridor under those spectacular stairs he awoke from the dream, not sure for how long he did stayed there with his open mouth too, staring at those marvels. - You gonna catch your death, boy! Laurindo held some clothes on his hands and his torso was bare. - Come, need your help. Daniel was afraid of walking in those carpets, he would wet them all! He followed the half naked man into under the stairs where he found the gigantic house's kitchen. It wasn't a normal kitchen by his standards, no, sir, it ain't a poor's kitchen, no, or a priest's or a rich man's kitchen. All windows were closed shut with thick wooden panels and the sound of the rain and wind came through just like a muffled noise. There were two bid wooden ...
    tables and two stoves and plenty of cupboards with glass panels or wooden, brown and varnished. - Help me with the fire, can you? Sure he could, he was an expert at it. Laurindo placed the clothes on the first table and said he had to go upstairs to look for clothes for him, it won't be a second, try to start the fire, will you? You should take those clothes too, you will catch a pneumonia! And he vanished again. There was a superb marble fireplace deep into the wall, you could enter it, cook on it for twenty people. In front of it were two black old sofas and a tiny table with matches, newspaper... Logs and logs of dry wood rested on the left and in a box more newspapers and splinters, bits of wood, all he needed to make a fire the size of a burning heart. He took his drenched heavy traditional coat, the so called samarra, hanging it on a chair by the first table where his hat found rest too. The wool old green jumper slightly wet, so he took it out and hanged it in another chair. The wool trousers thick too, and now even thicker with the weight of the rain; his feet drowned, here they go the leather boots flying into near the ashes of the fireplace. The trousers were glued to the hairless thick legs and they couldn't come out, sticking to the skin, but finally, with a splash when they hit the tiled floor they too flew. No socks, because that was a thing almost unheard of to Daniel. He picked the trousers and placed them over the wooden logs to dry. His dirty shirt covered ...
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