Chapter 27

Ashton

It was about five o'clock in the morning when I woke up and I felt thirsty. I didn't wake up Mason anymore and I went out of his room to get some water, while I was walking I couldn't help but feel cold but I don't want to go back to Mason's room to get something that will warm my body so I just hugged myself, I only wore boxer shorts and a shirt I borrowed from Mason.

When I entered the kitchen I immediately took a bottle of water from the refrigerator and filled my glass.

"Ugh!" I moan after drinking the cold water as I felt a little bit refresh. I put the glass down on the table. I did not go back to Mason's room and sat down on the chair while my hands were resting on the table.

I wonder what will happen to me now. I just need to talk to Zie so he can get me out of here and everything will come back to normal, I will go back to my old life with Zie.

Fuck! My mind is so confused right now.

"I need to fucking breathe! My thoughts are suffocating me." I said softly to myself and got up from the chair and walked towards the living room, I wanted to get out of the house, I wanted to smell the fresh air outside their beautiful garden.

When I came out of the house, I was relieved when the cold breeze of fresh air touch my skin but then I was taken aback when I heard a noise and when I look closely at the end of the garden I saw a man watering the plants, he just nodded when he saw me. I ignored him and went to the bench to sit there. The cold air is caressing my body but for some inexplicable reason, the cold air seemed to be calming my troubled mind.

Moments later I just felt the man that was watering the plants sat beside me. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"It's cold here, sir." The gardener said so I glance at him again. If you look at his appearance it looks like he is still in his late twenties.

"You better get inside then," I reply.

"Yeah later. Anyway, this is the first time I saw you here sir." The gardener said with curiosity evident in the tone of his voice.

"I'm Mason's friend." I sparingly replied to let him know that I was not in the mood to talk now, I came here to breathe and think.

"Tangina mo sir, ang sarap mo sanang kantutin pero ang suplado mo lang." The gardener said laughing, thinking that I did not understand what he just said.

(Trans: "Shit! I want to fuck you, sir, if only you're not a snob.")

"What are you talking 'about?" I asked and acted as if I did not understand what he was saying.

"Nothing, I just said that we should go back inside because it's cold here." The man replied and the grin on his lips widened.

I raised an eyebrow at him and smiled at him foolishly.

"Talaga? Parang hindi naman iyon ang narinig ko, parang ang sabi mo ata ay ang sarap kong kantutin." I said and his eyes widened in shock. He was looking at me in disbelief.

(Trans: "Really? That's not what I heard. If my memory serves me right, you said you wanted to fuck me.")

"Y-You can you speak Filipino?" He asked and I just nodded in response, his eyes got even wider when he realized that I indeed can speak Filipino.

"Shít! So you understand what I just said to you earlier?" He asked feeling embarrassed and I nodded at him again.

"So, you wanna fuck me ah?" I joked and laughed softly when I saw his cheeks turn red because of shame.

"Fuck! I'm so sorry sir, I thought you didn't understand it." He apologizes.

"It's okay," I responded and turned my attention to the flowers in front of me.

"Why are you here sir by the way? It's really cold here every morning unlike in the Philippines which is hot even at midnight." The gardener asked.

"Nothing, I just want to think." I simply answered and sparingly smiled at him.

"Have you missed your family in the Philippines? Don't worry too much, you'll get used to it, I have a wife and a child left in the Philippines but that's okay, at least I can send them money now and somehow I know that they are in good condition now. Maybe if I have any regrets about coming here, I think it would be the promise that I told my wife. I  promised my wife that I will never fuck another woman besides her. Shit, every time I feel so horny I always used my hand to ease the lust I'm feeling because every time I look for some girls to fuck I think of my wife. I feel like my conscience is killing me every time I plan to fuck another woman. I'm sorry if I'm blabbering too much, sir. I was just happy that finally, I can talk to someone with the same nationality as mine." The gardener said and scratched the back of his head as if he is seemed ashamed of what he was telling me.

"No, it's okay," I replied and smiled at him again.

"So what's your problem, sir? Just take it out on your mind, so that you somehow feel better. It's really hard to go abroad and you're alone." The gardener said and I just raised an eyebrow at him because he is speaking as if he knew what I was going through. Somehow, I thought of what he just said. I think it would be better if I talk to someone I don't know and listen to his opinion about my problems, I think it wasn't a bad idea at all.

"Um, okay. So my parents kicked me out of the house when they found out that I'm gay. Then a man helped me, he fed me, dressed me, he takes me to places I've never imagined I could go, he even made one of my dreams possible. But then one day, he s-sold me to another man but I don't think he meant it, we were so drunk that night. The man who bought me takes me here to Mexico and then I managed to escape from them and now I'm here, trying to contact the man who sold me asking and begging him to come here and take me home, hoping that he'll save me for the second time." I said with my voice trembling because when I was telling him my stories I can't help but reminisce those moments I've been through. For some odd reasons, it seemed like someone was pushing me to share my story with a stranger, and even though what I just told him wasn't very detailed, I know he understands my story, I know he gets it and it's up to him if he believes me or not.

Somehow I felt relieved that I was able to tell my story without thinking about what people might think of me, without caring if he thinks I'm out of my mind.

"Do you think I made the right choice? Calling that man who sold me and begged him to bring me back to his home?" I asked the gardener, I do not know but my mind is so confused right now and I need someone who can give me an idea of what I should do.

"Do you love him?" The gardener asked instead of answering my question. I suddenly thought of his question. Maybe if he asked me that question in the time when I was not in Luciano's hands, I was sure my answer would be yes. But now, I seem to be hesitant. I'm not sure how I feel anymore.

"Maybe?" I reply, not sure about my feelings anymore.

"Tsk, the only reasonable answer is yes and no. I think you don't love him." The gardener said causing me to raise my eyebrows.

"I l-love him, I think I'm just confused right now because of what happened to me. All the stuff that happened to me after he sold me, I think it's messing my head." I responded and tried to convince myself that I love Zie, that I still love Zie. I know he will call me again and take me out of this place and my life will return to normal.

"You don't love him. You think you owe him your life because you said he helped you when your parents kicked you out. You just confused your admiration for him as love." The gardener replied and I was struck by the truth when I heard every word he said. I suddenly thought deeply about what he just said.

Did I just confuse my admiration for him as love? Is it because he helped me so much that I feel like I should reciprocate the love?

"You're messing with my head, let's stop talking about my life," I said and shook my head and temporarily forgot everything I was thinking.

"Yeah? Your life was messed. I don't know if you're just making up stories or it's true but what I can say is that life goes on no matter what." The gardener replied and laughed softly.

A deafening silence envelops the surroundings, none of us wanted to speak. I have nothing more to say, I just focus my attention on looking at the beautiful plants in front of me, somehow it calms me down.

"It's getting cold, I'm going inside the house." I broke the silence that engulfed the two of us. I was about to get back inside when the gardener stops me and grabbed my hand.

"What about me?" He asked frowning at me.

"What do you mean what about you?" I asked him with a confused face.

"I'm fucking hard right now, help me with this." He responded and pointed to the bulge inside his white jogger pants.

"Why would I help you?" I asked him and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Because I help you come to your senses that you're not in love with that man you're talking about earlier, you're just in love with the idea that he is your savior, that he is a hero that will come to your rescue every time you need help." His response stopped me, I pull my hand from him. He just fucking told me the things that I'm trying to deny to myself. The words that I'm scared of hearing.

What the fuck is wrong with him?

I took a deep breath before returning to sitting on the bench next to him.

"What do you want?" I asked him just to make him stop talking about things that will make my mind overly confused.

"Suck me. Shit! I haven't been able to cum for a few weeks now." The gardener replied and I couldn't help but frown upon hearing what he just said.

"I thought you promised your wife that you will not touch anyone except her?" I asked him and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Yeah! I did say that I will never fuck another woman besides her, but you are not a woman and I will not fuck you. You just have to suck me, I missed the feeling of having a warm mouth wrapped around my dick." The gardener's response. I swallowed my saliva feeling a little bit nervous because of what he said, I glance at the bulge inside his pants and gulped seeing his huge bulge.

Fuck! It looks like he has a huge penis.

Without saying a word I grab the bulge between his thighs causing the gardener to gasp in shock. I slowly squeezed his dick which was slowly getting hard.

"That's so good, sir. Suck me now sir 'cause I still have a lot of plants that need to water, but for now, let me shower your mouth with my cum." The gardener said and laughed softly. He then took off his jogger pants, my eyes widened when his huge dick jumped out of his pants, he is not wearing a fucking underwear. My hand trembled as I touched his dick and gently stroked it.

"Ahh, shít so good." The gardener said in the middle of moaning. I smiled when I saw his delirious face even though I was just masturbating his dick and not sucking it.

"Is this the first time that a man's gonna blow your dick?" I asked as I continued to masturbate his dick that is in raging hard now.

"Nope, the second time." He answered and suddenly pulled my head towards his dick so I could do nothing but open my mouth and start sucking his dick.

"Shít! It tastes so good, if I only knew that men are better at sucking than women, then I should have just married a man." The gardener exclaimed, he grabbed my head and suddenly stood up.

"Gwarkk!" I gagged when the tip of his dick reach my throat. The gardener started to fuck my mouth, so fast that I just clung to his waist. Even though I was having a hard time swallowing his manhood I still tried to move my tongue and lick his dick causing the gardener to scream even more because of pleasure.

While the gardener was fucking my mouth, I ran my hands on his chest. Shit! This guy looks like he has fine abs, I lowered my hand until I touched the hem of his t-shirt and lifted it, I put my hand inside his shirt and I was shocked again when I touched his skin that is burning hot, I can feel the gardener's muscular body.

Touching his muscular body makes me want to lick his sweaty chest and suck his nipples.

"Shít! I'm going to cum." The gardener said and he thrust his dick in and out of my mouth fastly. I quickly pushed the gardener causing him to back away and I stop sucking his dick.

"What the fuck? I'm about to cum." The gardener complaint, he was looking at me with a furious face, he was pissed at what I just did.

"I don't want you to cum yet, let me worship your body first," I replied and suddenly he scratched his head looking at me so confused.

"What do you mean worship my body?" He asked but instead of answering him I just grinned at him.

I got up and approached the gardener, I raised his hand and took off his clothes.

"Shít! It's fucking cold, what's wrong with you" He said angrily and hugged himself. I laid his clothes on the bench.

"Lie on the bench and let suck your nipples and lick your body," I commanded. At first, he seemed hesitant to follow me but he could not control himself, he lay down on the bench.

I climbed on his body, my butt cheeks just hit his dick who was still out in his jogger pants.

I began to lick the gardener's navel while caressing his nipple.

"Shít! It's tickling me." The gardener commented as I felt his dick getting hard and it was poking in my ass.

I licked his navel for almost a minute until I slowly moved downward until I reached his nipple. I wasted no more time and started sucking his nipple.

"Fuck! Keep on doing that, it's so good." The gardener said as if he was going crazy.

When I got tired of sucking on the gardener's nipple I slowly slid until my mouth reached his hard penis.

"Suck me again." The gardener ordered that I immediately give in, I gently suck his dick. At first, I was sucking his dick slowly but when the gardener could not stand it anymore he suddenly grabbed my head and pressed against his crotch.

I do not know how many minutes I have been sucking his dick.

"I'm going to cum, swallow my semen, you whore." The gardener suddenly said after a while. He guides my mouth from sucking him. I was a bit dizzy and out of breath but he still did not stop fucking my mouth. My saliva flowed down to his leg.

"Shít! I'm gonna cum, swallow my cum." The gardener said and moaned loudly as he released his semen inside my mouth.

Fuck! It seems to be true when he said earlier that he has not been able to ejaculate for a few weeks, he has stored so much semen in my mouth and I do not want his semen to get wasted so I did nothing but swallow his semen. When the gardener was done unloading his semen inside my mouth, he released me and pushed me gently.

Only our rapid breathing could be heard around.

"You're one hell of an expert sucker, eh." He said teasing me and I just smirk at him.

"I'm going in," I said to the gardener and he just nodded in response, his dick was still hard and standing in front of me as if he didn't just cum inside my mouth.

When I entered the house I was surprised to see a man sitting on the sofa while drinking alcohol. I did not recognize the man so I just stopped walking and for a second I didn't know what to do or say when our eyes met.

"You must be Mason's friend." The man said and sipped his alcohol.

"Y-Yes," I reply. He suddenly smiled for reasons unknown to me.

"Nice show you got there outside, eh?" The man said and gulped down the alcohol. I could feel the sudden drop of blood in my body and my cheek blushing in shame. I quickly walked back to Mason's room. The last thing I heard was the man's weak laughter.