Gypsy Passion

Gypsy Passion

(This is the first story that I had problems when it got to research part about something. It was hard to find some things about romany gypsyes. Especially language. I hope I got it from right sources. Names in this story are Gypsy and Croatian.)

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"I'm not sure it's wise for you to stay here."

"There's no way I'm going to let them chase me away." Jana sighed resignedly, knowing that her tries were in vain. There's no way I'm going to let them chase me out of my own farm. From my own house. Just because they found out I'm gay.

I won't let them do that. I mean, the farm has been in the family for several generations. Will I have to work on it myself? Yes. Looks like I'll have to because three of the workers I had quit.

Jana seems to be the only one left of my friends. That's how it is when you live in a small town. In a back of nowhere. But it's mine and I won't let them chase me away or make me hate it here. Yes, they bashed me. I was in the hospital for a week and there is a lot of work on the farm, but I can do it.

"Damn it Damir" grumbled Jana while cleaning my house. I'm not that mobile yet. I lie on the couch and watch her clean. Fortunately, I have her, otherwise I don't know how I would do it. She milks the cows and feeds them. She helps me despite her homophobic husband. She even made him help.

"There is no way I will leave the farm that has been in the family for four generations. For which blood and sweat were shed" I know that I am stubborn and that it would be safer to leave, but there is no way that I will give up so easily.

"I'm just worried about you. I think of you as my brother and I don't want to see you in a coffin" Jana said collecting the fucking dust on a shelf full of gay romances. The only things that relaxes me and allow me to immerse myself in the fantasy where I have a husband and children.

"I know sis." I say, and just at that moment the front door bell rang. We look at each other with trepidation. I hope they didn't come to finish the job. Jana slowly goes into the hallway and after a while returns to the living room.

"Some Gypsy man is at the door with children. He's looking for a job." I saw disapproval in her eyes. Gypsies are not very desirable people in these areas. But I've learned not to judge a book by its cover. First you have to get to know the person, then you decide if he or she are worth your time and effort. At least that's my philosophy.

"Let them in" She looked at me with wide eyes in disbelief. She shook her head and went back down the hall and returned with a man in his thirties and six children between the ages of eight and eighteen. At least according to my assumption.

The man was tall and muscular with a strong jaw and a hooked nose. He had black messy hair and dark brown almost black eyes.

"Greetings boss. Do you have work for us?” He asked in his deep husky voice.

"You don't mind that I'm gay?" He probably already heard that I'm gay. Surely everyone in the town knows.

"No boss. It's none of my business. I just want to work. And a roof over our heads." Jana was shaking her head, giving me a signal to refuse, but I needed a worker and I wasn't going to refuse him. The only problem is that I can only place them in the house with me. Maybe that's better. I will need protection. Yes I will become more hated, but I need help. Jana and her husband cannot help me all the time. They have their own lives.

"When can you start?" Gypsy breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at me with a serious look.

"Me and Bashkim can start right away. Anita can cook in the kitchen and take care of the house, while the others still go to school." He pointed towards his eldest son and daughter who nodded with a smile.

"Well, I have two empty rooms and the salary is 430 euros per month." Jana eyes widened in disbelief. Because I now employed them and invite them to live with me.

"I hope you are ready for even bigger problems with the town?" She said and looked at the gypsies with trepidation. I smiled looking at the gypsies.

"Let them do their best. They can't do anything to us that they haven't already done." I said and the gypsies smiled.

"Your funeral, and now I have to go feed my kids and my husband." Jana said and came to me and kissed me on the cheek and took the purse and disappeared.

"I am Mitra boss, and these are Bashkim." He pointed towards the young man who was a younger version of him and continued. "Anita." He pointed to a sixteen-year-old girl who was a beauty with long, straight, waist-length black hair. "Atilla and Semir" They were identical twins, thirteen years old with shoulder-length dark black hair. "Ishtvan" He was nine years old. "Lina" She was eight years old.

"You don't have a wife?" The children became sad looking at the floor while Mitra pretended not to be bothered by it.

"She passed away Boss."

"Sorry. Let me show you the rooms and the house.”

After taking them through the house, I showed them the stables and both barns and where everything was located. I showed them how to work. At least as much as I could in my condition. I mostly navigated Mitra and Bashkim how to do the job corectly.

Then Mitra, Bashkim, Anita and I sat down at the table and discussed how everything works in detail while the children played outside in the yard.

"Boss you don't mind?" Mitra asked, taking out a pack of cigarettes.

"No." Anita got up and took the ashtray that was on the kitchen cabinet when Mitra and Bashkim were lighting cigarettes. I'm not a fan of smokers, but you can't without them when there are so many.

"Tomorrow we have to get more food. Anita and I will make a list because I don't know what you can cook." I say looking at Anita.

"Yes boss." Anita says, smiling from ear to ear.

"Call me Damir. We live together from today."

"Good Damir" says Mitra with a smile that showed dimples on his cheeks. He was handsome. With black eyes and hair and dark caramel-colored skin. Slim, with pronounced muscles, which was visible even though he was wearing a sweater and jeans. They were Romany Gypsyes but he was a fine specimen of a man.

The next couple of days went pretty smoothly. Mitra and Bashkim worked on the farm while I was in the house still recovering while Anita cooked and cleaned the house. Jana visited me every day and was surprised to see Mitra, Bashkim and Anita working hard.

"I can not believe it." I sighed knowing that Anita could hear everything even though she was in the kitchen.

"I've told you a hundred times not to judge a book by its cover."

"I know but..." I cut her off in a sharp tone.

"There is no but." I said changing the subject. "And what's new in town." She sighed and I saw her preparing to tell me what I already know.

"People are furious. They don't want you or them here. They're looking for a way to get rid of you, but they can't find any legal way because you haven't committed any crime." Of course they are looking for a way, and they won't find it unless the laws are changed in their favor.

"Coffee?" Anita entered with a smile on her face.

"Yes, honey, with milk for me and sugar for Jana." I said and Anita went back to the kitchen.

"Do you know anything about them?" Jana asked me

"Only that Mitra is a widower and that they came back from Germany because it was too painful to stay there after Ana's death."

"Mitra is just your type except that he's a gypsy." Jana whispers to me and I roll my eyes.

"It doesn't matter that he's a gypsy. You know my philosophy very well."

"Get to know first, then judge." At that moment, Anita came in with two coffees and handed them to us. We thanked her and she leaves back to the kitchen again.

After a hard day, Mitra, Bashkim and Anita joined me in the living room. Mitra lay down on the other couch and Anita next to him, while Bashkim sat on the floor next to my couch and leaned back and we watched a movie. We mostly watched it in silence with some comment when one of the characters did something we couldn't believe. The rest of the children were in their rooms playing with toys that I told Mitra to take down from the attic. They're just gathering dust there. My old toys.

When the movie ended, Mitra and I were alone in the living room. Mitra was drinking beer and smoking a cigarette while the News were on.

"Anita heard what you and Jana were talking about. That I am your type. I don't mind if you want to suck me. A mouth is a mouth. Think about it." Mitra said and put out his cigarette and took the last sip of beer and went to his room leaving me surprised and to think about many things. Yes I like to suck dick and a lot. I mean Do I want to suck Mitra's dick. He is handsome and in these few days, as far as I know him, he is ok, but still. I do not know. Maybe when I get to know him a little better.

That night I tossed and turned restlessly in bed. I kept thinking about Mitra's proposal. So the next morning I was exhausted. I could hardly get out of bed, not only because of the pain but also because I was tired. It didn't help even when I jerked off. That didn't help me fall asleep faster either.

But I got up and through the window of the room I saw Mitra and Bashki working, but not for long because a problem could be seen in the distance. A couple of cars were approaching. I grabbed my cell phone and ran out moaning in pain, still wearing my pajamas. I called 911.

"911 what is your problem?" The operator on the other end of the line asked calmly and professionally. I went outside to the porch and Bashkim and Mitra joined me.

"Bashkim rifle is in the closet in the office. The key is in the desk drawer. The top one. " I said and Bashkim rushed into the house.

"Halo?!" I forgot my cell phone and quickly put it on speakerphone. Cars stopped and people got out.

"Greetings Marko Ivanchich! Hello Ilija Marichich! Hello Luka, Oliver, Denis Boshkovljevich! Hello Ana Brus! 911 is on the line, if you are here to couse the problems, they are on the line and know your names. Plus say hi to the camera!” I show first the cell phone and then the camera on the porch that Atilla installed at my request. I knew there would be problems. All the men stopped except Ana who came to the porch looking at us with disgust.

"We don't want fags and dirty gypsies in the town! Leave or we will kill you all!"

"Woman, didn't you hear the boss that the camera is there and 911 is on the line." Mitra asked holding himself stoically. Bashkim came out with a rifle and handed it to Mitra. Marko and Ilija raised their rifles.

"You'll be dead by the time they come. And I will clean the world of one sicko and a couple of gypsies." Ana hissed, looking at us with hatred.

"Ana is not worth it..." Oliver tried, but Ana smiled evily.

„And you too, we don't want you here, neither you nor your family." Mitra tightened his hand around the trigger. I put my hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

"Oh look faggot, he has someone here who wants to fuck him. Sicko, and dirty man!" Luka scoffed mockingly, at which the other men laughed.

"At least I have someone to have sex with. When was the last time your wife gave you. From what I heard she has a lover. Isn't that right Denis? And at that your own brother. You obviously can't please her!” I said mockingly and Luka got red in the face. While Denis seemed nervous.

"At least I have someone I can satisfy and who can take care of me!" I said, I impulsively grabbed Mitra's head and turned him towards me and kissed him deeply. He was still for a moment, and then returned the kiss passionately. Separating myself, I remained riveted to his gaze.

"So if you don't intend to kill us, leave and remember the camera is set, and we intend to add more." All that time I was looking at Mitra who was looking at me.

I felt Ana spit on us and heard the car engines start. Bashkim coughed which finally made us look away from each other.

"Shavo..." Mitra began in Romany Gypsy, but Bashkim smiled.

"It was awesome to oppose them like that. Super!"

"Halo!" The 911 operator was still on the line.

"Sorry, everything is fine now."

"I heard everything don't worry and I understood the situation. I hope everything will be ok." She said and I hung up and turned to Mitra, who was leaning against the porch post and smoking a cigarette.

"I'm not gay" He said, and I was getting ready for him to quit.

"Sorry I just don't know what got into me." Mitra looked at me after blowing out the cigarette smoke and smiled at me.

"Bashkim is right, it was Super" He handed me the rifle and took another smoke from his cigarette and put it out.

"What does Shavo mean?"

"Son" answered Mitra, walking towards the barn where work awaited him.

In the house, Anita greeted me at the kitchen door with a thumbs up and returned to the kitchen. The kids and Mitra didn't make a big deal out of me kissing Mitra or what happened.

I put the rifle back in the closet and called Jana. She answered me after the second ring.

"I kissed Mitra." There was a pause on the other end of the line.

"Whoah. How did that happen?" Jana asked and I explained to her what happened this morning. She was furious with people and I can already see how Ana will be in trouble. Jana is a doctor and a big deal in the hospital, and Ana is a nurse. She won't fire her, but she will make her life living hell at work.

When I finished talking I went to take a shower. When I undressed, I saw in the mirror how my bruises were turning yellow. My blonde wavy hair is already reaching my shoulders. Thank heavens they didn't break my nose, it was still sweet and small. I guess the ribs have started to heal. When the scars heal, I'll be tanned again with bronzed skin and hazel eyes. My body was defined by working on a farm. There is also my greatest asset. My firm round butt. After taking a shower, I joined Anita in the kitchen. To cut vegetables.

Two weeks after the kiss, I got to know my new roommates even better. Mitra's wife was killed by some gypsies who decided that he was too rich and that they needed some of his wealth. Namely, he did not want to join their gang. After that he renounced everything. He gave everything to the leader of that gang, because he didn't want to put the children in danger, so he left Germany and returned to Croatia, where he and his wife were born. But no one from his family but him and his children is here, so they are alone. Left by themselves. Until they came across me, they were doing seasonal jobs wherever they could.

Mitra is a really good man and hard worker. He fights for his children. He even grew to Jana. It doesn't bother her anymorethat he's a gypsy, she started getting to know him and realized that she was too quick to judge. Her husband Ivo also calmed down and realized that I am still the same as I was before he knew I was gay.

I finally got back to work outside too, but still only on light jobs. Nothing that requires more physical effort.

There were a few more incidents with people not only on the farm but also in the town. So now I have to go to a bigger city, which is about an hour away from us, for groceries and necessities. So it's more difficult, but Mitra and his children are my friends and they treated me better than some I've known for years.

I sit on the porch and watch the sunset. Mitra comes out of the stable all handsome. He takes off his cap and runs a hand through his messy black hair, which has a blue shine in the setting sun. His jeans fit perfectly against his muscular legs, and he is not wearing a shirt. His chest is sculpted and glistening with sweat. His stomach has a small gut, it's not very defined, but still handsome. His arms are bursting with muscles.

He came to me and sat down next to me and took a cigarette and lit it.

"Anita! Beer!" Mitra shouts and Anita immediately comes with a beer and leaves us alone again. Mitra takes a big gulp of beer from the bottle and stares at the horizon where the sun is setting. I observed his profile and admired his features and pronounced hooked nose. It was maybe a little too big, but it suited him.

I can't believe I'm going to do what I've decided. I mean, I like Mitra. He is a thirty-six-year-old man, just four years older than me with six children, but he is a kind soul and handsome.

"Mitra, I thought about what you suggested a couple of weeks ago and I decided that I want you. I want to enjoy your cock. I want to suck it for you. For me." I whispered the last two sentences so that only he could hear them. He inhaled the cigarette smoke and blew it out through his nose. He smiled and turned his gaze towards me. A look full of fire.

"And when are you going to suck it for me and where? You can suck it for me now. It doesn't bother anyone. The kids already know all about sex and when I yell at them not to bother us, they won't go near this part until we're done." The culture is different, but then again, that children are taught sex at such a young age. Ok, Anita, Attila, Semir and Bashkim, but Ishtvan and Lina. But it's not up to me to question his children's upbringing.

"Listen. I know you're not gay, but I think you're too crowded in those two rooms, if we're going to have sex, move to my room. So I can suck you every night. There doesn't have to be anything between us but fun. What you think. If your children don't mind, of course." Mitra was looking towards the fading sun while I was looking at his handsome face.

"Anita!" Yelled Mitra looking at me from the corner of his eye with a smile

"Yes dad?" Anita appeared in front of the front door.

"Move my bag to the master bedroom." Mitra said, extinguishing his cigarette and finishing his beer. He stood up and his crotch was level with my gaze. He grabbed his buldge with his calloused hands and squeezed it

"Okay dad." Anita said and Mitra went into the house.

"I am going to shower. Coming?" Mitra said looking over his shoulder at me with a smile. He didn't have to ask me twice because I haven't sucked a dick in a couple of weeks. Ever since they bashed me. They found me and some guy who was passing through the town in a alley behind the bar. I was on my knees sucking that guy's dick.

I missed a dick in my mouth so much. Good luck, Mitra lives with me now and I hope it lasts.

I got up and followed him. Mitra went to my room where I have my own bathroom and in the room he took off his pants and boxers so I could see his perfect butt that I want to lick. His back is also wide and perfectly defined.

He disappeared into the bathroom while I was taking everything off me. When I got undressed I locked the bedroom so that kids wouldn't run into it like they know when they're playing hide and seek. I took a deep breath and entered my spacious bathroom with a large shower that fits three people.

Mitra was leaning against the tiled shower wall as the water cascaded his body. He looked at me seriously. When I started getting closer he smiled at me revealing his white perfect teeth. They were perfectly white, but one tooth was missing. He was somehow even sexier and more masculine because of it. I smiled back at him.

"Feel free to suck my dick Damir." He said in his deep sexy voice. I entered the shower and knelt in front of Mitra and found myself level with his soft cock, which was about ten centimeters long and very thick when it was down. What it will be like when it gets hard.

I took it in my hand and looked up. Mitra had his head resting on the tiles and his eyes closed.

I put my lips on the skin of the cock and swallowed it whole and started sucking. I placed my hands on his muscular legs as I licked his growing tool in my mouth with my tongue. Mitra moaned and grunted from the pleasure I was giving him. I had to catch my breath so I pulled away from that perfectly curved tool and looked at it. He was long and fat. Nine inches probably long and as thick as a Colca-cola can.

I took it in my hand and felt how heavy it was. I couldn't wrap my fist around it as it was so thick.

"Keep sucking Damir." Mitra growled and grabbed my hair and forcefully thrust his cock into my mouth all the way my troath and held me in that position that tears came to my eyes. I couldn't breathe. I was choking. Then he started pulling it out of my mouth until only the cock head was left in it. I licked it with my tongue, which made Mitra shiver.

"Now I'm going to fuck your mouth!" Mitra growled and grabbed my head with his hands and started stuffing his cock in my mouth. He fucked my mouth brutally perfectly. No one ever fucked me in the mouth like that. It was rough, but somehow gentle. I can't describe it. I put my hand down on my cock and started jerking it while holding onto his thighs with the other. He was fucking me in pursuit of his pleasure. Not caring about me which I surprisingly liked. I felt my orgasm approaching and in no time I sprayed my sperm in the shower while Mitra continued to tirelessly fuck me. He was stuffing his dick in my mouth. I lifted my hand from my now limp cock to his testicles and caressed them as he fucked me. He grunted loudly and stuffed his cock all the way into my mouth and choked me with his cum that poured down my throat. When he was completely empty, he pulled his still half-erected cock out of my mouth and hit me in the face with it. I stood up and looked at him in his beautiful dark eyes.

"Open your mouth." He said in a commanding tone to which I obeyed him. He was really dominant. "Perfect." He said spitting in my mouth. I also swallowed the remains of his cum and saliva with a gusto which he saw

"I like that you're dominant during sex, but only during sex." I said looking into his eyes. He smiled.

"Don't worry, Damir. I like to dominate, but only during sex.” He confirmed and turned away from me. "Now let me take a shower." He said which meant he was done with me. I mean, we agreed that this is just sex, nothing else, but then why does it hurt, but I don't mean the mouth and throat, which are irritated, but the heart.

Jana's husband Ivo finally understood that there was nothing wrong with me or Mitra, so that same evening, after perfect sex, we sat at the kitchen table and played cards. Jana, Ivo, Bashkim, Mitra and me. In fact, we were teaching Bashkim how to play rummy, or how to count, because he was not very good at math.

"I never loved match. In fact, I never liked school because I only had problems." Bashkim said as Jana showed him how to count cards.

"Really. Me too I meamn I hate match." I said and gave him an encouraging smile. Mitra watched the interaction with a smile. He took a sip of beer from the bottle and coughed saying.

"Oh noooo." I shot him a look, because he knew I was bad at math. I have him helping with more serious calculations. Yes, later I checked at the beginning that he didn't deceive me, but now I trust him.

"You better shut up." He took a drag on his cigarette.

"I know my weaknesses and I'm not ashamed of them. I never really liked reading. Give me math and I'm great at it." I grumbled to myself, and then Ivo and Mitra talked about football, and Jana and I exchanged glances because Ivo had changed a lot. Namely, when Jana got to know Mitra and the kids a little better because of me, she saw that they are good people. So she made Iva see that I'm still me and that Mitra and the kids are just people.

"Look at them. Like best friends." Jana grinned, and Ivo smiled and put his arms around Mitra's shoulders.

"This guy is a legend." Mitra smiled back and stared at me.

"That I am." We all laughed at Mitra's smug grin. How much he has changed.

At first, in Jana and Ivo's company, he was tense and at a distance, but now, as he sat with them, he is relaxed as if we have always been friends.

I, on the other hand, was in a smoky room, so I was coughing a little because everyone was smoking except me. I had to get some air.

"A break, people. I have to get some air. All this smoke...” Even an open window doesn't help. I stood up and turned the cards face down which everyone did.

"I've had enough for today. I'm going in bed." Said Bashkim and got up and went to his room, which he shares with his two brothers.

The rest of us went outside and sat on the porch enjoying the fresh night air.

"Something is wrong..." Mitra said after a while, he was sitting with Ivo and talking about who knows what. I looked up at him, but he was looking at the stables and barns. I looked away and tried to figure out what he was talking about.

"Someone's here." He said again to which I got up and got off the porch.

"You're crazy." Jana spoke up and I turned around and remained engrossed. It was bright on the porch and I had something to see. The entire wall was spray painted in red.

"LEAVE OR DIE!"

I gasped and then the others joined me because you can't tell what it is up close.

"What a fucking idiots." Ivo grunted. Suddenly there was a bang and one of the barns was on fire. The sound of the engine was heard and two motorcycles rushed past us, hitting us with stones along the way. Jana was on the ground. Ivo helped her while Mitra and I hurried to get the buckets and to the outside tap. Jana went to be with the kids while Anita and Bashkim joined us and we all put out the fire.

Mitra and Ivo were extinguishing while Anita was filling buckets with water and Bashkim and I were running carrying buckets. Hope it doesn't spread to other buildings. The sound of sirens could be heard in the distance. The firefighters were coming. I guess, Jana apparently called them, thank Havens.

After the firefighters extinguished the fire, Mitra and I checked the damage. And with police, cameras. They were children of Ana Brus. I definitely filed a report. Fortunately, the two police officers who were on the scene did not look homophobic or racist. They were professional and ok people.

Jana and Ivo took the kids to their place for the night, so only Mitra, Bashkim, Anita and I remained at the farm. I don't know how I'm going to sleep tonight.

When I entered the bedroom, Mitra was already in bed. Leaning on the headboard with his hands behind his head and his legs spread. The cock was lying on his stomach.

"Get on all fours and crawl toward bed." Mitra said in a commanding tone. I shuddered with excitement and my cock stiffened in an instant. I took off my boxers and freed it, knelt on all fours and started crawling towards the bed, looking into Mitra's eyes. I licked my lips when I got to the bed.

"Climb between my legs." Mitra said and I slowly climbed onto the bed and lay down between his legs without taking my eyes off his.

"Suck my dick." I grabbed his half-erected cock in my fist and pulled the foreskin down and licked the cock head with my tongue. His cock was as dark as dark chocolate. He looked delicious. Mitra moaned in pleasure. I kissed the cock head and swallowed it licking the sensitive head of the cock with my tongue. In an instant, his cock hardened to tit's max and I licked it from the root to the cock head and swallowed it as much as I could without choking. I sucked him and enjoyed it as much as he did.

He pulled me hard by my hair and lifted me up his body to his face and stared at me with passion in his eyes.

He crashed his lips on mine and kissed me intensely. So brutal that I melted with pleasure. When we parted, he smiled.

"I said I wasn't gay."

"Yes." I confirmed his statement.

"But I'm it seams I'm bisexual and I'm going to make you my wife today." Mitra growled and turned me onto my back and laid down on me, rubbing his cock against mine. I moaned in pleasure from the friction.

"You what?"

"I said I would make you my wife." Mitra growled and crashed his lips on mine again and kissed me passionately, penetrating my mouth with his tongue. Investigating and nurturing them, but also punishing them all at the same time.

"I said the gang destroyed us. That's not entirely true. Mine and my wife's family destroyed us. They also tried to take my kids, but they didn't succeed. They just managed to take my wealth. And when this was happening today. The fire also made me realize one thing." Mitra said separating his lips from mine. Our noses touched as he spoke.

"What?" I asked holding my breath.

"Me gamau tut." Mitra said kissing my lips gently.

"What does that mean?" I asked even though I already had an idea what the meaning was.

"I love you." I saw the vulnerability in his gaze. I hugged him and looked him straight in the eyes.

"I love you too spishi." I said, saying the Romany Gypsy word for honey, which made him smile even more.

"Now I don't want gentle. I need it rough today.” Mitra growled and grabbed my hands and tied them to the headboard with his T-shirt.

"And it will be that rough that you won't be able to walk for days!" He growled and lowered himself to my lips so I could feel his intoxicating breath. I felt him spreading my ass with his fingers and pushing one into my anus. He looked me straight in the eyes while he finger fucked me. I sighed with pleasure as he saw the fire in his eyes. He replaced one finger with two and then three until he had me ready for his cock.

He knelt between my spread legs and grabbed my bottom with his fists and lifted me up and positioned me with his cock and thrust it into me so hard that I screamed. Anita and Bashkim must have heard me, but I didn't care. It hurt in a good way.

My hands were tied to the headboard so that I was hanging in the air. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he pounded into me with all his strength and speed. He charged at me like a beast. Growling and moaning. Producing sounds that I've never heard before. His hips collided with my bottoms creating a melody specific for the two of us. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he pounded me hard, straining every muscle in his body.

"I never had a better pussy!" He growled and I didn't correct him. I didn't mind. I actually liked it when he called me woman and called my anus a pussy. The whole time he was teasing my prostate making me scream with pleasure.

He looked at me passionately, holding my buttocks in the air. We were bouncing on the bed that was hitting the wall with the ferocity of his pounding. I felt my head hit the headboard but I didn't care. I needed it rough. Today I needed it like that, and he just seemed to read my mind. He was doing exactly what I wanted and needed like he read my mind.

I felt my climax coming even though no one was touching my cock. It's enough that he attacks my prostate with his tool.

"Harder! Yes! There!" I chanted and he obediently began to enter me harder and faster so that I heard the bed break the wall. The orgasm flowed through me so strongly that I sprayed cum all the way to my forehead. My anus muscles clenched and forced Mitra to cum. He threw his head back and growled my name filling me with his warm cum.

"Damir!!!" He was shaking from the force of his orgasm and fell on top of me. We both fell on the bed. My hands are still tied. But the bar to which they were tied was broken so that they were no longer on the headboard, which we did not even notice. Mitra blindly untied them properly without removing his lips from mine. When he was completely spent inside me he pulled his cock out of my sensitive hole from which his sperm immediately flowed out down on my testicles and onto the sheets.

"Me gamau tut." I whispered into his mouth to which he smiled and pulled away from me, leaning over so that we could look into each other's eyes.

"I love you too." Mitra said and lay down on his back and pulled me on to him. I put my head on his broad chest and listened to his breathing and felt his heartbeat.

"What are we going to tell the kids?" I ask scratching his belly with my fingers.

"They already know everything. And they are ok with you being mine and being their second dad or mom. Whatever you want." I smiled.

"You were so sure of yourself?"

"You can see from miles away that you love me as much as I love you, I just wasn't sure if you would want to engage in something more than sex with a romany gypsy." I raised my head and ran my fingers through his shaved jaw to his mouth.

"I thought you knew me better. Obviously I have to show you that I'm not prejudiced in some other way... By the way, let grow some stuble. I also want to feel it on my body." He looked into my eyes and caught my finger and swallowed it and sucked it so that my cock rose again, and I felt that he was hard again.

It's been a few months since Mitra and I have been together and we love each other more every day. It was strange to Jana and Ivo at first, but they are both happy for us. I'm finishing fixing the fence of one of the pens when I hear the sound of a car. I look up and see a red Mercedes approaching. I recognize it immediately. It was Luka.

Mitra got out and joined me, placing his hand low on my back. We watched as Luka got out of the car and approached us.

When he reached us, he held out his hand, to which Mitra and I looked at it suspiciously.

"No worries, I come in peace. Listen, I never cared that you are gay and and that you are a gypsy."

He said looking first at me and then at Mitra.

"I was just afraid that someone would find out that I am gay. Thank you for telling me about Denis and the whore Elena. I mean, she could have asked for a divorce. I had to come and apologize. I know I didn't act right, but it was all the fear of someone revealing who I really am. I came here before I go. I filed for divorce and am moving to Zagreb, where I will be able to live as who I am. A gay man. I dont want to stay here and have complications like you. I'm not that strong." Luka said in one breath. Mitra and I looked at each other for a moment. Then I took Luka and hugged him.

"I forgive you." When I released him from my arms, he shook Mitra's hand and returned to the car and left.

Mitra then kissed me with a kiss that ignited the fire in us. He pinned me against the fence I was repairing and got down on his knees and took my cock out of my pants and swallowed it. Thank Havens Anita went shopping with the kids, and Bashkim was works on the other side of the farm.

He sucked my cock so well that I moaned with pleasure. He swirled his tongue all over my length. Exploring and making love to every inch of it. A couple of days old beard tickled my testicles which increased my pleasure.

When he felt that I was getting close to climax, he stood up and turned me around and I bent over the fence, putting my fists on the fence.

"Now I'm going to fuck you and mark you. I can't stand the smell of another man on you.” I knew it would come to this when I hugged Luka to comfort him. I smiled because I wanted his dominance.

He lowered my pants and took the buttplug out of my ass and rammed his perfect cock into my hole. He made love to me. Showed me how much he loved me. Gently. Painfully gently going in and out of me, but I loved it when he was rough and extra dominant.

"You can do it better honey" I moaned, to which Mitra grabbed my hips painfully tight and started thrusting into me hard.

"You are mine only mine! You! This ass! All of you!" I moaned as he pounded into me with precise thrusts.

"I'm only your Mitra!!!" I jerked off as he reached as deep into me as ever to my prostate, teasing it so that he always made me orgasm without touch. I sprayed the grass as he came inside me.

Before he turned me towards him, I saw cows watching us. I didn't care. He kissed me passionately and got dressed and went back to work.

Mitra and I have been together for twenty years and we are still insatiable and we love each other more every day. When same-sex marriage was legalized, we got married.

Over time, people stopped poking their noses into our lives. They got to know us properly. Most of them anyway. For the small few who didn't even bother to get to know us. We don't care about them.

We had our ups and downs. What marriage doesn't have it.

Bashkim married a girl from the town and gave us grandchildren. Anita too got married with a man from town and gave us more grandchildren.

The rest of kids scattered around the world and found their own patchs. We hear from them, but we are closest to Bashkim and Anita because they are close.

THE END