” he teased and playfully elbowed my shoulder. I shook my head and returned his smile. “Easy for you to say, you’re not the one with daggers st...cking out of your back.” That actually made him chuckle, but he managed to keep it under control so as not to arouse suspicion. He guided me all the way back to the back of the barn and then showed me a big set of shelves he wanted me to sort through and reassemble. As he gave me instructions I realized that from this location in the barn I’d be. “Tickles, little man.”I sheathed my blade and sprang between his legs, racing behind it. The treeman lumbered to turn around. The ground shook as he followed after me. I raced around the Lodestone as it swung again. I heard the air rushing at me. I ran faster.I poured my all into it. My legs pumped. My boots thudded on the trampled grass. The air whooshed behind me. A wind swept over me. The ground rumbled beneath my feet. I tripped, sprawling hard and rolling as sprays of dirt flew over. I was stuck. The only up side was that the rope was long enough so I could sit down. “I’ll go talk to your teacher. You’re in history right?” He was getting his shorts on. He laughed at the look of hopelessness my body was showing. “Be back in a bit.” He said, as he rubbed my cock with one hand and then left. The hard-on started to drool from the attention. I needed to cum. I never been denied an orgasm before, and it was slowly driving me insane. My hard dick was throbbing, pleading for some. “«¡Enhorabuena, galán!»”Jorge smiled and I smirked. I’d taken enough Spanish to get the drift of Eduardo’s congratulations for the previous night’s activities. Or what Eduardo and I obviously assumed were the previous night’s activities. Maybe it made sense to have Eduardo fill him in, because Eduardo had been through several Chicago winters and seemed to be better prepared. After breakfast, I pulled Eduardo aside and suggested he talk to Jorge about properly dressing for winter in Chicago and.