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.Arching my back, I pushed my butt higher."You're very quiet," he said."I'm glad.I don't want you to say no.I might, just briefly, feel bad about what I'm going to do.So, now that you've had the opportunity to speak, I think I'll make it easier for you to remain quiet." He'd made a knot in his khaki shirt.I stretched my head away from the side of the tree trunk and opened my mouth to take it in.It held my jaw wide and rubbed the corners of my mouth as he tightened it and tied it at the back of my neck.I silently thanked him as I rested my head on the bark of the tree again.I knew the forest floor was a dangerous place to be on all fours, and I could end up very seriously bitten or stung.But my safety wasn't up to me anymore.Alvaro ran his fingers lightly into my crack, and I moaned into the fabric.It was growing damp with the saliva I couldn't swallow.He slicked his own spit around my hole with his fingers, gently pushing one inside me.It felt so good.So right.I needed him inside me, but I was glad he'd taken away the need for me to put up any resistance or voice any will of my own.I wanted to be taken, used like a piece of meat and fucked senseless.When my ass was wet and starting to yield to his fingers, he pressed the tip of his cock to me and pushed it gradually in.I groaned as my ring closed over the head of his dick, and he waited for my muscles to stop twitching against him.I curled my fingernails into the earth, wishing I could push back onto him, waiting for him to slide his whole length home.Finally, he gripped my hips and jabbed in hard.Barely able to breathe around the gag, I let out a great rush of air through flaring nostrils.He fucked me hard and fast, and I loved it.His nails clawed at my skin as he held me in place, and his balls slapped against mine as he pumped into me.He was tantalizingly close to that sweet spot inside me, sometimes sliding right over it, sometimes maddeningly off target.Orgasm built regardless, tightening my balls and pumping my cock to agonizing hardness.I struggled to swallow, shifting my tongue against the thick cotton while saliva dribbled down my chin and dripped onto the fallen leaves.I was breathing too fast, light-headed from the overwhelming sensation of his cock pounding inside me.I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed my face to the rough bark, letting the trunk push the knotted fabric deeper into my mouth.Alvaro was grunting with every thrust, his breath ragged.His shaft thickened, forcing me wider open, and he gave a long, deep groan as he pumped his spunk into me.John was the only other man who'd come inside me without protection, but I barely registered the thought.Alvaro's nails scraped the skin of my hips, and the pain set off my own climax.I spurted my come onto the forest floor.We froze, my ass muscles pulsing and my breath refusing to slow down until Alvaro slid out of me.I slumped.I was overtaken by exhaustion.Physical and emotional.Alvaro untied the gag and drew it out of my mouth, but I couldn't speak anyway.He undid the rope at each wrist, but I couldn't move.I curled up against the trunk with my knees drawn up under me and his come oozing out of me, my eyes still closed tight.When Alvaro put a hand on my shoulder and said my name softly, I felt like a wounded stag, who finds himself being petted by the lion who chased him down instead of being eaten.I looked up at him through the growing gloom, and a tiny smile flicked up the corners of my mouth.He'd put his arms into the sleeves of his shirt, covered as it was with damp patches from my mouth, but I could see fair hair on his chest and wanted to press my face to it."Come," he said."We must get under the mosquito net." He helped me up and let me lean on him as we walked to his hammock.He urged me in and took off my boots.Turned out he'd packed antiseptic wipes and fresh dressings, and he tended to my raw heels before climbing in alongside me, wearing only the shirt.I curled into him and fell asleep straight away despite the strangeness of the hammock and the night sounds of the rainforest.He didn't mention the fuck again.In the morning, he just showed me a stream where I could wash, gave me some dried cereal bars to eat, and packed up the camp."I'm hoping no one is coming after us," he said."When Sanchez was called away from your interrogation, it was because our comrades, who had been on a mission to a new food processing plant, had returned early.Things had not gone to plan, and sorting it out should keep everyone busy for a few days."As we walked, he told me more about his kidnapping by the guerrillas at the age of fourteen.How he'd been excited at first, seeing it as an opportunity for new experiences, to free himself from his strict and intolerant parents.How, by the time he'd realized the full horror of the killings and destruction the fighters wreaked in the name of a deeply flawed ideology, it was too late.The slightest questioning of the cause, and their commanders' orders could see you interrogated as a traitor and, ultimately, tried and executed by a makeshift court.He'd been planning his escape for months, keeping a stash of supplies a mile away from the camp ready for to run, and yet always afraid to make the break from the life he'd known for so many years.If he hadn't decided to kidnap me, perhaps he'd still be there.He almost convinced me that, really, I'd saved him."I hadn't banked on having company," he said."I've seen other tourists tortured and killed.And sometimes, it's been at my hands.You become used to it.You stop seeing them as human beings.But you.I couldn't leave you there.""I'm grateful," I said.The words seemed small and pathetic in comparison to what he'd done for me, risking his own life and his long-planned escape to take me to safety.We parted at the edge of the jungle, where it encroached on the edges of the town in which I would find help from the authorities.Alvaro wasn't going to risk doing the same.Despite Sanchez's twisting of the truth, there was every chance the local police would see no harm in leaving the world with one less terrorist.Alvaro had enough money to catch a bus for the five-hour trip to the capital, Quito, where he would find the US embassy and hoped to reclaim his real identity.He handed me my passport and flight details, and turned to walk away.I grabbed his arm and pulled him back, grasping the back of his neck and kissing his lips hard.When I let go, he winked at me, turned, and walked off inside the edge of the trees
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