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<\/p>\n“Sam and the Apple Tree Man”
\nby Stella Huerto<\/p>\n
In the wild apple grove in the woods, Sam sometimes saw the young man. It started when Sam was fourteen and just realizing he was gay, and had continued every autumn for the ten years since. The stranger\u2019s sly face peeked down at him between sun-dappled branches, or his tattered brown jacket and bare feet flashed by as he darted behind trunks. The man had always looked to be in his twenties, never changing in all the years. He only ever showed when Sam came alone, never when Sam\u2019s sister or father were along.<\/p>\n
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Sam started venturing to the grove alone in search of him year-round, not just in apple season, though only in autumn did the apple tree man ever appear.<\/p>\n
He watched Sam with interest, his smiling lips red like some of the apples, eyes pale green like some of the others. Occasionally he drew quite close and touched Sam, a surprise kiss on the back of the neck while Sam picked the misshapen wild apples, a tantalizing stroke down his back, a squeeze of his ass. Sam always reached for him too, sometimes catching a handful of sun-warmed jacket and once even managing to turn and meet those lips partway in a kiss that landed off center but electrified him with desire. However, the man always vanished as fast as he had appeared, leaving a scent in the air of male sweat and apple-tree bark.<\/p>\n
Sam enjoyed these strange encounters more than he should. Everyone in their hometown owned cars and cell phones like the rest of the world, but they also knew about the fae and the dangers of being caught alone by them in the woods at night. Some people who\u2019d gone out like that had never been seen again.<\/p>\n
But even after growing up and having relationships with human lovers, Sam\u2019s imagination kept straying to the apple trees.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou shouldn\u2019t go out there alone,\u201d his father and older sister Alice kept telling him. \u201cYou know you shouldn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s daylight,\u201d Sam always defended.<\/p>\n
The fae were stronger on certain nights, like tonight, Samhain. Halloween. You were asking for trouble going out alone then. Sam had never dared.<\/p>\n
But this year, age twenty-four, with a messy breakup recently behind him, no close friends in town, his father and sister immersed in the financial planning business that employed Sam too but had never interested him, not getting to spend time outdoors as much as he liked\u2026<\/p>\n
Sam wanted excitement. He wanted the apple tree man and he wanted him to stay. Just tonight.<\/p>\n
He texted Alice to say he was going to a Halloween party. Then he bent an open-ended iron bracelet around his ankle and, as sunset approached, walked to the grove of gnarled apple trees deep in the woods. He sat against a tree on the chilly roots and leaves, drew his jacket around himself, and watched night fall.<\/p>\n
White wisps floated by first, their skeletal faces blowing ice-cold breaths upon him. Sam had never seen them so close up before, but they didn\u2019t harm him; they only passed. He heard yips and screams, the forest\u2019s creatures waking, some ordinary animals and some surely fae. Sam could only see shadows now, but whiskers or claws brushed his hands a few times. At the sniff of the iron, the creatures pulled away and left him alone. Sam waited. He could see nothing anymore but the darkening blue of the sky and the occasional glowing wisp.<\/p>\n
Then the air filled with the scent of sweat and apple bark. Sam\u2019s breath quickened. He heard a low, pleased chuckle\u2014the first time he had ever heard the man\u2019s voice. Footsteps rustled in the fallen leaves. Hands slid onto his chest, fingers probing beneath the open edges of his coat to tease his nipples. The point of a wet tongue licked his neck while curls tickled his ear.<\/p>\n
Sam gasped, growing hard instantly. His searching hands clutched wiry biceps through a jacket that felt like it was made of leaves, which somehow didn\u2019t rip and instead held together like fabric. The man settled his knees between Sam\u2019s legs. He cupped Sam\u2019s groin, stroking him through his jeans, and caught Sam\u2019s moan in a kiss, his lips hot and sweet like a bite of apple tart. Sam drew the man\u2019s tongue into his mouth to suck it. He shoved the leaf-like jacket off, finding the man\u2019s chest bare under it, his skin silky and hairless.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo brave.\u201d The man\u2019s voice sounded like a rasping wind through dry leaves and at the same time like an ordinary amused young man.<\/p>\n
Then his bare foot touched the iron around Sam\u2019s ankle, and he hissed and jerked his leg away. After a moment, he chuckled again and settled his hands on Sam\u2019s ribs. \u201cAh. Don\u2019t want me to drag you off?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI just want to be with you tonight.\u201d Sam\u2019s words tumbled out in excitement. \u201cI\u2019ve seen you, all these years. I\u2019ve wanted you. I\u2019ve\u2026can you stay this time? Just for tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d The man rubbed the bulge in Sam\u2019s jeans. \u201cI\u2019ll stay.\u201d<\/p>\n
Panting, Sam slid his hands down to the hem of what felt like rough-spun trousers. \u201cI want to see you.\u201d<\/p>\n
The man kept kissing Sam\u2019s face and fondling him, but a faint glow rose from the ground: fallen apples had lit up, casting a dim rusty-orange light, just enough to see the man\u2019s features. Sam had glimpsed him in daylight before, but only for a few seconds at a time. Now he drank his fill: long brows like charcoal marks, hair and skin cool brown like apple bark, full lips begging to be nibbled, those sly pale eyes. Despite being bare-chested and barefoot on an October night, the man didn\u2019t seem cold.<\/p>\n
On his chest were a few moles the exact size and shape of apple seeds. Sam leaned down to flick his tongue across one, then untied the drawstring of the man\u2019s pants and let the fabric fall, exposing his stiff shaft, its shadow cast upon his flat belly by the ember-like light of the windfall apples.<\/p>\n
His throat dry with lust, Sam wrapped his hand around it and began stroking the hot, smooth flesh. With a guttural groan, the man unfastened and pulled down Sam\u2019s jeans. Straddling his lap, he took hold of Sam\u2019s cock, his grip firm, his strokes quick and hungry. Moaning, breathing hard, they meshed their mouths together in urgent kisses, while glowing wisps streaked overhead and creatures screamed in the darkness.<\/p>\n
Just as Sam was on the brink, whimpering and lifting his hips in need, the man dropped down and took Sam\u2019s cock into his mouth, sucking him deep, fondling his balls with one hand. Sam couldn\u2019t bear it more than a few seconds. With a cry he arched his spine and came hard, shuddering, the unyielding trunk of the tree bruising his back, his shoved-down jeans and iron anklet catching on the fingers of exposed roots.<\/p>\n
He had barely caught his breath when the man rose up, offering his stiff cock to Sam\u2019s mouth. \u201cIf you dare to taste,\u201d he teased.<\/p>\n
You shouldn\u2019t eat or drink of the fae\u2019s food, but surely this didn\u2019t count, and anyway, he\u2019d already kissed him so deeply, and he wore the iron\u2026<\/p>\n
Sam grasped the man\u2019s rear, pulled him in, and began sucking avidly. The man wound his fingers into Sam\u2019s hair and thrust in time with the strokes of Sam\u2019s tongue. When he came with a harshly expelled hiss of breath, Sam tasted the bitter skin of the wild apples.<\/p>\n
The man pulled away with a satisfied sigh. Instead of vanishing as Sam expected, he flopped down to sit beside Sam and began laughing in a low pitch.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d Sam said cautiously.<\/p>\n
The man took Sam\u2019s hand and held it aloft. To Sam\u2019s astonishment, his own skin began changing to the rough brown of apple tree bark, and his clothing to the leaf-material that the man wore.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I,\u201d Sam began. \u201cBut.\u201d<\/p>\n
The man casually pointed toward Sam\u2019s ankle, as Sam lifted his now-bare foot to look. The iron bracelet had fallen off, wrenched open when he caught it on a root. \u201cOh,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
He should have been horrified, really. But maybe acceptance was part of the change.<\/p>\n
Oh well. He had wanted to spend more of his life outdoors anyway.<\/p>\n
It took several days for his sister Alice to come to the grove in search of him. Sam appeared long enough for her to see him, hand in hand with the apple tree man, the two of them brown and sun-warmed.<\/p>\n
Alice grimaced in dismay. \u201cOh, Sam. I warned you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sam shrugged, smiling. Then the next moment, he and his companion swirled away into the wind with the falling apple leaves.<\/p>\n
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Stella Huerto is seduced by love stories of all kinds, and when not writing or reading, she enjoys travelling to places with charismatic old buildings, cooking with lots of spice, and singing passionately (if off-key) to songs from musicals.<\/p>\n
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“Sam and the Apple Tree Man” by Stella Huerto In the wild apple grove in the woods, Sam sometimes saw the young man. It started when Sam was fourteen and just realizing he was gay, and had continued every autumn for the ten years since. The stranger\u2019s sly face peeked down at him between sun-dappled … Continue reading Halloween Microfiction: Sam and the Apple Tree Man By Stella Huerto<\/span>