Like A Revolutionary Ch. 02

General Garcia's Point of View

I wanted him again. Like yesterday.

And to have him again I would have done anything. Caramba, the lad really had me in his hand.

Maybe he had guessed even then, way back when we first met, that I found him attractive. I had tried to conceal it, never going beyond playing chess with the boy-colonel, even when he was drunk and would have been easy to take advantage of. No flirting, no apparently harmless jokes. I'd always kept my dirty ideas to myself, president or not. Fantasies were a fine thing but they must not distract me from my mission.

And that's what they now did: distracting me. Madre de Dios, this Johan whom I still didn't completely trust was really occupying my thoughts.

Who would have guessed that this adorable, innocent looking exterior of the young journalist hid such a dirty mind, so willing and wanton, even demanding? If he was in some sort of relationship with any man, I mused, Johan would be the one wearing the pants. Where had Johan gained such experience anyway? That seductive look when he'd licked my fingers. How responsive he'd been to my touch, how readily he took me in, and how he wasn't afraid to let his voice out, to show how much he enjoyed it.

Clearly he had done this before.

And now I could think of nothing else but having him again. It was quite a shameful thing, this desire, because it made me feel weak. What was happening to me that I was ready to accept the impossible conditions of a mere boy, promising him to carry out my coup d'état without any bloodshed, executions or reprisals? All that just because of the sex!

I entered the hut where he lived and indeed, there he was, sitting at the table, reading a book. A San Theodoros travel guide, nothing suspicious. And he was alone.

"Why, hello, General", he said, smiling like an angel. "How's everything going?"

"Well... Not that great. About my guerrillas' addiction to alcohol-"

"They'll be cured soon. Wait, you'll see."

No sense in talking around the matter. "Come here, boy", I said, waving him to me. I was used to giving orders, and felt that I had to be even more commanding with him if I wanted to stay in denial about the fact that it was he who had me on a leash.

Still smiling, he closed the book and got up, slowly and calmly stepping in front of me. "What's the matter?" That innocent, nonchalant expression. I couldn't wait to wipe it off his face with a rough, passionate kiss; to see him blush, and hear him moan and beg for more as I took him...

The thought alone was so exciting - I felt myself become hard. Looking into his eyes, I gently touched his face, then quite suddenly grabbed his neck with one hand. He let out a little gasp.

That was fine, I knew he liked it rough. Yeah, he wanted a real conquistador in his bed, didn't he? A man who took what he wanted!

"Garcia-", he began, but I didn't let him speak.

My hand around his nape, I dragged him into a forceful kiss, his lips feeling soft and moist on mine, and then he was giving in, opening his mouth and I thrust my tongue inside.

I kissed him fiercely and ended it as abruptly as I'd started it.

His face was slightly red, as was his mouth. "Not now, General", he said.

What? Had he just said no? No, no, that would be too unfair, just when we had found a time and place to be alone! God knew how difficult it was in this goddamned jungle village where privacy was unheard of. No, Johan wanted to play, and he wanted to play rough. Well, I'd be happy to oblige him!

With a grunt I threw myself against him, grabbing his butt with one hand and shoving my thigh between his legs. "Get onto the bed", I whispered into his ear.

"General!" he protested, but immediately let out another gasp when my hand went into his pants.

Rubbing Johan through his underwear where he was most sensitive, while kissing his neck and gently pushing him towards the bed, I was now sure I had him. His face was flushed, his breath went faster.

I shoved him down onto the bed, which responded with a loud creak as he stumbled backwards onto it. Quickly I knelt above him and began unzipping my cargo pants that had become uncomfortably tight, freeing my erection. Maybe he would even take it into his mouth...!

"No, General!" he said and sat up. Surprised, I registered the determined look on his face, but did not understand and therefore continued - I pushed him back down onto the bed, leaning over him, fumbling with the zipper of his jeans. "C'mon, get those off", I grunted. "I'll fuck you even better than last time!"

"NO!" he screamed.

I froze. Whawhawhat?

"...What?" I began, staring at him. At first I thought he was just pretending to resist but his expression was serious. Not playful and seductive like yesterday.

"Stop right here" he said, raising one hand to push me away from him. "Or I'll scream even louder."

"But... Johan!" I said, finally comprehending that this was no game. He really did not want it. "Why... what do you want? We can have fun right now, I promise it'll feel good! I'll do anything you want me to!"

With his hands on my shoulders he gently moved me aside, getting up from the bed and re-arranging his disheveled shirt. "Let's wait", he said. "If you want sex again, you can have it after the revolution. After you've kept your promise to me."

"But...? You promised!"

"To sleep with you, yes. And we've already done that. My promise is fulfilled. Everything after that is optional."

How did he stay so calm, so composed? I was going crazy with desire, that intense desire to overwhelm him, to ravish him, to make him mine... could he not see that? He intentionally made me suffer! And it put me in a weak position once again.

"Johan, please", I said, laying my hands around his waist. It was incredible how slender he was. Such a fragile build, more like a teenage boy than a young man in his mid-twenties. He was probably easy to overwhelm... "Jesus Christ! Can't you see how badly I want you right now? Please, let me have you. I promise to do anything you want, anything to turn you on!"

He pulled my hands away. "I told you we'll wait. It's just a few days, isn't it?" His voice was quiet but firm. Gazing at me, he must have seen the desperate look in my eyes, for he stepped back. "Now, don't get any crazy ideas, General... I will go see the others now."

With that, he quickly went out of the hut, leaving me behind.

What had just happened? He had refused sex with me? He had rejected me? After that amazing, incredible sex we had yesterday, how could he possibly refuse?

Technically I could force him to obey me - I was the one with the power, the guns and the army... well, a bunch of drunk rebels... the one who could shout traitor. I could have him executed as soon as I had overthrown Sagoza and was back in power. Actually I was the one in control.

But to subjugate him would mean that I wouldn't have the same Johan that I'd had yesterday. He would not be willing, not demanding, neither seductive nor playful. It would not be worth it. I wanted that passionate, naughty young man who couldn't get enough of me!

No, I wasn't really the one in power. Johan was.

That was the point he wanted to make, I realized. Seeing how much he had enjoyed sex with me yesterday - surely that couldn't have been acted, could it? - I thought it must be quite difficult for him to refuse so adamantly now.

But, caramba, this didn't make my arousal go away. Quite the contrary: I couldn't wait any longer. I hastily pushed the lock in front of the door and sat down on Johan's bed. One of his shirts lay there.

Grabbing the shirt with one hand, I started stroking myself with the other, hard and fast, images of Johan in my mind. To hell with it, I thought. I let out a heavy sigh, savoring the intense pleasure of release as I spilled my seed over Johan's immaculate white shirt.

Serves you right, you cocktease.

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Mission accomplished!

No longer guerrilla rebel Garcia, I was now President General Garcia of San Theodoros. I was extremely pleased to discover that my young friend, the Belgian journalist Johan, just as I had hoped, had proven to be my ally. The revolution had gone smoothly even without the executions and reprisals. Sure, it was completely against tradition and General Sagoza was dishonored because I'd let him go, but he'd forget about it soon in his exile.

However, I hadn't forgotten about Johan. Let's wait... You can have it after the revolution.

Yesterday I had already offered him the rank of a colonel and money in addition to the knighthood of San Fernando, secretly hoping that gifts would make him feel at least a little obliged to me, but he'd refused all favours. "People might talk, General", he'd said. "It's not a good time and place for rumours."

I sat in my new president's office in the new grand palace that Sagoza had built in the San Theodosian capital, now called Ciudad Garcia. The army, navy and air force had come over to me. An overwhelming triumph, mil bombas!

The phone rang, and I picked it up. "Yes?"

The voice of my adjutant. "General, it's Mr Johan. He wishes an audience with you, sir."

So many people who suddenly wanted to meet me. That was the price one had to pay for power: everyone wanted a slice of the pie. But Johan, now that was something different. I had expected - no, hoped - that he would come here. He was leaving for Europe soon and though I knew at which hotel he stayed, I had not dared to contact him since the coup, for fear of appearing desperate in his eyes. Ah, Johan. I wasn't sure if I could bear another refusal on his part. It would shatter my ego, even if no one else knew of it.

Accompanied by a guard, Johan entered my office. I ordered the guard to leave so that Johan and I were alone in the room.

"What a beautiful office", he said, his gaze taking in the high windows with a panorama view of the city, the pale marble floor, the cream-colored ceilings and the furniture: there was a bookshelf full of document folders, and a massive mahogany desk at which I sat in a wide, antique armchair.

While he admired the room, I looked at him. He stood opposite my desk from where I could see his pretty face - smooth, light skin with a small pink mouth. The occasion I had been waiting for. Caramba, I wanted him so much! But I did not move. He would have to make the first step. I was not taking any chances!

"I just wanted to say..." he began, looking down upon my desk, "... thank you for all you've done for me. You saved my life by hiding me from Sagoza and I've got the story of my life! The papers in Belgium are already competing to publish it. And now I'm leaving for Brussels. My plane departs tomorrow. And I was thinking, that, um..."

"Yes?" I asked, a little more gruffly than intended. That you want me again? Yes, say it!

"That I would like to have something to remember you by... A souvenir." Now he looked at me. A coy smile played around his lips. There was it again, that playful look.

I felt a rush of excitement stirring up inside me, but tried to stay calm. "A souvenir, eh?" Leaning back, I took my time to gaze at him until he blushed. "And what do you have in mind, amigo?"

His smile became wider, and he walked around the desk, towards the big armchair on which I sat, and before I realized it, gently sat down on my lap. He wasn't heavy so I didn't object - on the contrary, I immediately put my hands around his waist, ready to reach under the blue sweater to untuck his shirt.

"I thought about a kiss mark", Johan said. He pulled his shirt collar down a little, exposing his neck to me. "Here. But it's too conspicuous. People will see it. So that's not a good idea." He looked at his wrist. "Then I thought about the inside of my arm..." He showed me the inside of his lower arm, just beneath his palm; smooth and hairless like baby skin. "But it's too visible also."

I swallowed hard. "Kiss marks, eh?" Good idea, boy. I'll nibble on you until you get so turned on that...! "All right. How about under your shirt? There no one but you can see them."

"That's what I thought", he said, and took off the blue sweater, flinging it somewhere onto the desk. Then he unbuttoned his shirt, and flung it away as well. I took in the sight of his naked upper body - slender yet strong, with soft, pale skin; and his small nipples had a light rosy shade so they were barely visible. If I were a poet (heaven forbid that such a thing should ever happen!) I'd have compared them to rosebuds on some ancient Greek marble statue.

I couldn't resist, and licked one of those nipples, feeling him wince.

"Be gentle with them", he said.

"I thought you wanted a souvenir?"

"Not there... try further down."

He leaned back, supporting himself on the heavy desk so that I could trace a line from his chest down to his stomach with my tongue. Just above his bellybutton I began to suck and nibble his skin a little more fiercely, feeling him tremble under my hands. "Like that?"

"Yes", he gasped.

"Get up, and lean back a little more", I said, gently pushing him backwards onto the desk while simultaneously trying to lick his bellybutton. He seemed to be ticklish, wincing and giggling a bit. But clearly this turned him on: I could feel it through his jeans - he was getting hard and ready.

Indeed, Johan instantly opened his jeans, trying to pull them off as quickly as possible, and I helped him with it. In a moment, he was completely naked on my desk, and I had to remind myself to take it slow - I didn't like to admit it, but he still was the boss. I leaned over the desk, kissing his neck and touching every single square centimeter of smooth ivory skin that my hands could find. He felt hot, slightly sweaty, and soon put his hands on my shoulders.

"Wait, General! My socks-"

"Keep them on. It's cute", I muttered, kissing his collarbone. Ah, this was a good place for a mark. Sucking hard on the area just above his chest, I watched the spot it turn reddish. I felt his pounding heartbeat with my hands on his body, heard his breath. Slow, Garcia, take it slow.

"Tell me what you want", I asked, reaching down and finding his erection. He responded with a low moan, then looked at me, blushing.

"I want you."

"Not specific enough."

"Use your hand... And your mouth."

"To do what?" I had to grin. It was fun, teasing him like that. God knows he deserves it, that naughty boy. "Be more specific."

"Suck me." A firm command, but at the same time, a whisper.

Usually I would never have even considered going down on a man, but in these circumstances I was ready to do anything to make Johan mine. Damn, I had desired him for so long! Immediately I got to work, holding his thighs apart with my hands while keeping my head between them.

I noticed with much interest that he tasted a little salty but otherwise there wasn't much. Licking and sucking his erection, deliberately slowly at first, I felt his thighs twitch and tremble, and he was soon sighing, moaning, losing control. Yeah!

If a blow job was about power, then clearly I was the one in power and Johan was surrendering to me.

"Stop", he panted, "stop, General! ... or I'm gonna...!"

I interrupted what I was doing. "Yeah?"

"I don't wanna come yet." His breath went heavy, and there it was, that wanton, wonderful, aroused expression on his reddened face. He was now mine.

Again I leaned over him, my face so close to his that our lips almost touched. "How do you want it?" I whispered.

Still panting, he mumbled something I did not understand.

"What? Say it louder."

"From behind!"

Oh God, yes. My own arousal was getting harder to bear. "Turn around", I commanded, and hastily opened my pants with clumsy fingers.

Johan quickly stood onto the floor and bent over the desk, face down so that for the first time, I had a good view of that firm, cute ass of his. Yeah, he was mine! I could hardly wait. Squeezing his butt with my hands, just to see how it'd feel like, I pushed my hardness against him.

And remembered that we had nothing like lubricant ready. "Oh dear", I muttered. "This is gonna hurt a bit."

He understood. "I don't care, just do it!"

I couldn't resist teasing him again, and at the same time I was eager to hear the words. "Not specific enough. What do you want me to do?"

"Fuck me!"

Good idea, boy reporter. Telling myself to be careful, I pushed into him, my hands holding his hips in place. He moaned lightly, encouraging me to go further.

Oh God, he felt so tight-! It took me a moment to get used to the amazing sensation of that hot tightness; the raw, always novel pleasure of the first thrust; and the triumphant feeling that maybe now I finally was the one in power... maybe.

With a groan, I entered him deeper, relishing the sweet sound of his voice. I hoped it wasn't painful for him, but even then it would have seemed impossible to stop now.

Slowly moving, I leaned over him, whispering into his ear. "Does it hurt?"

He shook his head, whimpering, gasping with pleasure. "Go... on."

Oh yeah. If I didn't know better I'd have thought he was a virgin.

It felt intense but I still could go faster. Digging my nails into his hips I began to thrust harder.

"Yes", he moaned.

Whoa, he really liked this! Encouraged, I kept moving, until I had to pause for a moment to retract the need to orgasm, to pull it back. I wanted to savour this as long as possible.

Breathing heavily, I waited, still inside him.

He turned his around as far as possible so he could barely see me. "General-"

"Just a moment!"

"...make me scream."

These words, combined with his delicious voice, were almost enough to drive me over the edge. Yeah! Indeed, he liked it rough.

Holding onto his waist and hips a bit more firmly to keep them in place, I began to thrust harder, forcing a series of cries from his lips.

"Yes", he shouted.

The mahogany desk creaked, quietly protesting against the rough movements.

Ah, Johan, you ain't seen nothing yet. Feeling my muscles going tense with the effort and hoping they wouldn't cramp, I went faster, hearing the desk creak even louder, but the sound was soon drowned out by Johan's moans and cries.

"Oh! Yes...!"

Yeah, I'll make you scream, I wanted to say but speaking was too much of an effort right now. Let's see if you can handle this, boy reporter! Increasing the speed and force of my thrusts to a hard, rhythmic staccato, I was grateful for the years in the jungle that had left me in excellent physical fitness.

Johan's sweet sounds, somewhere between moans and screams, were only interrupted by his ragged breathing.

Most likely he was too loud already, and the guards outside the office would hear him, but right now, I did not care.

Battling my own climax, I took him, rough and fast, stopping only for a moment when I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back otherwise.

"Ahhhh", he shouted, "yes, yes!"

Impossible to hold back any longer.

With a groan, I forced one last thrust deeply inside him, and let the explosion of my lust overwhelm me like an erupting volcano. All tension and tingling waves of excitement were ebbing away in much-needed release.

Ahh, Johan...!

Exhausted, I staggered back, letting myself fall onto the armchair where I sat for a while, slowly gaining a clear mind. I could not think straight yet, my brain seemed foggy and sluggish, but I saw Johan, clumsily dressing. Still a bit wonky on his legs, he stumbled over to me and kissed me onto the mouth.

I made a "Mh?" sound in response.

"Goodbye, General", he said, smiling. His pretty face was still reddish, and there was a thin film of sweat on his forehead.