By John. [email protected]
No sooner
had I been able to sate my appetite with Will, Percy and Eg, than they were
leaving. It was only three days after
the banquet when my Lord told me he would be going with the Duke for a meeting at
Warwick Castle. I presumed I would be
going too, but he said no. But the Duke
would be taking along all my new friends, leaving me without any comfort and
lonely.
I was more
than a little upset to be staying back at the castle. I pleaded with my Lord, but he was adamant I should stay. For some reason he was concerned about my
safety, not to mention his own. There
was to be a meeting with many of the Lords of the realm, but without the
King. Something was afoot and I did not
wish to know what. My skin ran to
goose-bumps just to think what it could be.
On the day
of leaving, I stood in the courtyard watching them assemble. It took a long time to get everyone ready,
though the Earl was taking only his Guard Captain and twelve of his best men. He usually went to his meetings without fuss
or care, but this was to be a proper display of his standing. The horses had been decked with rugs showing
his emblem and all the guard had cloth over their tunics showing the same. Henry the Captain, carried a Pennant with
the Earls crest. My Lord had dressed in
an elaborate style, but which did not hinder his riding. My heart raced whenever I gazed at him, he
looked so striking and handsome.
Outside the
gates, the Duke’s larger group of men were forming up in similar style. There were not many occasions when such a
show was made and everyone in the castle turned out to see them off. I of course was wondrous at the spectacle and
also peeved at not being taken along.
When they
filed out under the portcullis, I had an aching in my heart and felt a great
sense of loss for some reason. I
shivered feeling a cold draught but knowing there was none.
My Lord
told me in his absence, he wanted me to tally all the tithes from his farms and
villages over the last year. I thought
it more than I could comprehend, but he said I had the head to do it and that
it was important. I promised him to try my best.
Oh the
numbers! My head was soon spinning around so that I was dizzy. My Lord would be gone for at least four days
and he had only given me an hour or two instructions on what to do before
departing. My attempts to sort through
his writings gave me a headache and for the first time, I rued the day I had
learnt to read and write.
But I had
promised him my best and I didn’t give up.
That is, till late in the afternoon when I could take no more and
decided to take a rest. I walked out of
the castle, but not down to the camp as I used to before, no more would I
venture there! Instead I walked around
the walls to a place I had found by the river.
It was
totally secluded; I only found it by chance when I saw a deer disappear into a
tree that blocked the way. It was a big
hawthorn, so no-one had ever tried to venture past between the wall and the
river. But I had seen the deer go
through and I followed ducking under the lower most branches and found the path
the animal had taken. Once through to
the other side there was a grassy slope to the river for a short distance before
a clump of brambles blocked the way once more.
The slope didn’t got to the waters edge, but dropped sharply to a sand
cove where the water came when the rains were heavy. Now in the summer time, it
was a dry private place where even the wind had not found. Under the small cliff, I could not be seen
from anyone walking the top of the walls.
Only I knew it and felt safe and secure whenever I ventured there.
This is
where I was headed, to lie down and listen to the river gurgle and splash over
the stones, I thought it would be sure to rest my aching head.
I had
turned the corner on the south side and was walking up the west wall when I saw
someone leaning against it, just set back from a tower corner. I thought nothing of it at first but then
felt irritated that someone would see where I would be going. Then I became curious as to what he was
doing and why he was here. He seemed to
be fumbling with his waist cord or something, then he would stop for a while
and then fumble with his hands about his middle once again. I couldn’t think of what he might be engaged
in, and my interest was aroused making me forget my earlier pettiness.
He hadn’t
seen me approach, which I thought most odd, but as I drew closer I still
couldn’t make out what he was up to.
Nearer I
came, till I understood one riddle, he couldn’t see me because his eyes were
closed. I stopped and studied him for a
few moments, then stepped closer. I would have to pass in front of him to go to
my place, so there was no other thing I could do. Then, just as I started to walk past, I could see plainly what
was all the commotion with his hands.
There he
was playing his dick, stroking it fast for a few moments, then resting and then
repeating again. The look on his face
told me his thoughts were in heaven, though screwed up tight in
concentration. I couldn’t just try to
walk by and not say anything and yet I couldn’t think how I could disturb him
without an upset.
I stood
gawping and it was he who spoke first, making me jump out of the trance to
which I’d fallen.
“What’s
wrong with you, never seen a fella stroke his pud before? Can’t give a fella a moment’s peace so he
can enjoy himself?
His voice
was a bit coarse and angry but not menacing.
It took me aback and on the defensive.
“Sorry, I
was just walking by and didn’t know what you were doing till I got close up, I
didn’t want to startle you or anything.”
“What you
doing walking round here anyway?” he demanded, having a hard job in getting his
still rigid dick into his hose.
“What you
doing here is more to the point” I said, getting my wits back. “I can come around here if I want to, don’t
need your permission.”
He must
have been around my age by the looks of his face but he was a bit taller than
I, although not so much bigger that I would need to fear him.
“This don’t
go nowhere” he argued, indicating the hawthorn tree a little way further on,
“So why are you here?”
His voice
had calmed, and his tone had changed to be curious over my presence.
“Oh, I’m
going for a walk, escaping from my duties in the castle.”
“Ah, I see,
you are one of the Earl’s men, thought I didn’t know you, you’re not one of our
lot.”
“You mean,
I’m not one of the Dukes men, no I’m not.”
“Its so
boring here now, I wish we could be finished and all go home” he said changing
the subject.
“Then why
don’t you go home?”
“Can’t do
that, we not got any money for our services yet. The old Duke keeps saying we
will get paid off soon, but it never seems to come. I just want to go back to my family and be shut of this lot, but
I got to wait for my sovereigns or its all been for nothing.”
I was
thinking, this tied in with what the Earl was telling me, but I didn’t let on
anything to this youth.
“So can I
come with you? Got nothing to do around
here, except play with my pud!” he
laughed and started me off laughing too.
He seemed
harmless enough and suddenly I was glad of the company.
“Alright,
but nothing is just what I want to do this afternoon, I’ve had it for today!”
“Good”, he
exclaimed. “By the way, my name is
Thomas, what’s yours?”
“Robert”, I
announced with some flair.
He clapped
me on the back and told me to lead the way.
I got
through the hawthorn without any trouble, but not Thomas. He cursed and swore
as one thorn after another poked his body and snagged at his clothes. He cursed and swore with a mouth so foul as
I’d yet to hear.
Once
through, he was surprised at the place, even more so when he followed me
jumping down to the floor of the cove.
“This is
grand, how on earth did you find this little nook? Folks wouldn’t see me from morning till night if I’d known about
this place”
I sat down
in my spot, taking off my jerkin and using it to cover some of the
pebbles. Thomas had his attention taken
with his cuts from the thorns, he had ripped his clothes quite a bit. His legs and hands and arms were cut in
several places.
Being
sheltered from the breeze, it was quite hot where we were. Thomas took off his jerkin and undid his shirt. While he was doing this I was able to give
him some study. His clothes were all
well worn and had plenty of holes even before getting through the thorns. His jerkin had been roughly stitched many
times. As well as old, they did not fit
him either, everything being too small for his size. Either he was still growing quickly or all his garments were from
years back.
“I’d better
wash off these cuts or they might make me sorry I didn’t.” he said after a
thorough examination.
He got up
and waded into the river, splashing his cuts and grazes. Once satisfied he was alright, he came back
to sit down with me.
“I am
stupid” he said abruptly. “I should
have taken my stuff off before going in the river, now I’m going to be sitting here
like a washing line, waiting to dry off!”
I laughed
at the way he spoke, his accent was not from these parts and he kind of sang
out the words. His roughness took me
back to my own village and I wondered if I’d stayed, would I now be like him.
“You don’t
mind do you?” he asked, taking off his shirt.
“Doesn’t
bother me” I told him, “That’s what I usually do anyway.”
But he
didn’t stop at the shirt, for when he had finished laying it across some
stones, he undid his waist chord and rolled down his hose, exposing his
nakedness. In fact they were the
wettest item, just I hadn’t expected him to be so bold.
“I thought
you said that’s what you do?” he queried looking me up and down.
I did
sometimes take everything off, but I hadn’t planned to do so now. But then I
thought, there is no harm, the men from the camp are always naked lower down
the river when they go bathing. I eased
down my hose and used them as a bed against the sand and stones.
“There, you
happy now?” I joked.
He lay back
enjoying the warmth of the sun. I
looked him over, noting his well formed, but spare body. He looked as if he
would appreciate some good food for a while.
My attention lingered on his dick, which had now shrunk and retreated
into a thick bed of dark hair. I forced
myself to look away. I knew my interest
would make for some embarrassment with my own cock, if my mind played its usual
sinful game.
We lay
talking for some time. Eventually the
pauses became longer and longer with the heat making us both dozy.
I came too
when I thought he’d said something. I turned to face him and found him playing
with his cock just as when I’d first seen him.
He was milking it quickly, making a low moaning sound, and then stopping
to rest for some time. He hadn’t spoken,
just must have moaned rather loudly.
For some
reason it greatly amused me.
“You like
doing that don’t you?”
“Aw fuck,
not you spoiling my fun again” he shot back.
“Who doesn’t like doing it, I ask you?”
He opened his
eyes and looked across.
“What’s
wrong, don’t you get to share at the camp women?” I asked.
“Those poxy
tarts!! I wouldn’t be seen dead with those. I’m too young to get the pox, maybe
when I’m older but not yet thank you very much.”
“You don’t
go with women then?” I asked, my interest quickly firing.
“Oh yes, I
had my first taste just outside Chester last month. She was a pretty girl, and I was her first. God, you should have
seen all the blood!!! Christ, I thought I had done her some real harm, but she
said it was alright. I could just see
meself swinging on some rope if her father had seen what we had done. Anyways, he didn’t and I was gone from there
pretty quick. She thought I was going to take her with me, but I couldn’t
really do that, could I?
Aye, she
was me first and me last, so far.
That’s why I’m pulling my pud.
Christ, don’t you ever get horny or something? Me, I’m horny all the time, I do this many a time a day. But not
in the camp, the lads would be making fun of me there, that’s why I come up
here, thought it was private like, but I was wrong wasn’t I.”
Thomas
could talk, he asked you questions but didn’t wait for the answers.
“Of course
I get horny, and I “pull my pud” as you put it, just I never thought of telling
anyone or doing in front of anyone for that matter.”
While he
and I were speaking, I kept taking a look at his cock. Although he had stopped
playing, it still stood strong, pointing to the sky and wavering about as he
talked. He wasn’t as long as mine though, but it was a goodly length, smooth
and straight.
I jumped as
his hand reached over and grabbed my dick.
“Doesn’t
look like you get horny, don’t fancy playing with it now then?”
His hand
squeezed and pulled a bit roughly, but still pumping life into it as the touch
of another’s hand always seems to do.
I looked
down and watched his hand playing, saw and felt my cock start to fill out and
rise up from between my legs.
“God, I was
taking you for a kid, but by the look of your cock, you are anything but. How old are you then?” Thomas demanded to
know.
“I’m
eighteen,” I lied.
“Got a girl
then?”
“No I
don’t, never had one either” I answered truthfully.
“So, you
are not poxed then, cant be if you’ve not been with a girl can you?”
“I should hope
not, you can’t get it from pulling your pud.”
He laughed
at my joke and leaned over more to get a better grip on me.
“Cant you
play with me at the same time, makes it feel better if you do.” he asked.
He had no
way of knowing my experience and I found it funny that he should be doing some
instructing as I could probably show him a thing or two.
I reached
across and took hold. He sighed with
pleasure at my first touch and I must say, the feel of it in my hand made my
own cock jump a little higher. I closed
my eyes and slowly frigged him and he did likewise to me.
I really
wasn’t feeling horny though. If it had been Will or Eg or Louis, then I would
have come in minutes. But Thomas, I
wondered why it was different doing this with him. In my minds eye, I thought about it. He was reasonable looking;
his body once uncovered was tight and well formed. His dick was nice too, white
and smooth. But there was no spark at
all. Somehow, the flint had been left
back in the castle.
I had grown
full, but not rock hard. What he was
doing was nice and I liked the feel of his dick. Was there something wrong with me I wondered?
All these
thoughts were running through my mind when suddenly I felt something hot and
wet. He had shifted position and quick
as a flash, had dropped his mouth over my cock. I groaned at the wonderful feeling that finally began to wake up
my cock.
Thomas
pulled off.
“What’s
wrong? I do it wrong or something?”
“Anything
but, it really feels great. How did you
know to do that if you have not been with anyone?”
“I listen
good when the lads are talking. I never
did it before but they all said it was the best. You look like a clean lad, so I thought to myself, you would be
good to try it with. You’re going to do me next, don’t worry, I wont forget.”
I laughed,
not minding his presumption. For a
while I watched, fascinated as he played around licking and sucking, trying
every which away doing this new thing.
As he got the hang of it and the pleasure began to grow, I settled my
head back and closed my eyes relishing his work.
Now my
feelings changed and the urge for sex and pleasure took hold. I was soon to come and so reached down and
held his head so he wouldn’t back off. For
the last moments, I urgently worked my hips into his face, keeping his head
still and so taking charge of our situation.
Finding the idea of having a novice added some extra excitement I soon
filled his mouth with my seed.
Thomas
snapped his head off coughing. I
thought he would be angry with me not warning him beforehand.
“Fuck! Some went down the wrong way!! So that’s how it tastes, yours is just like
mine then. Good eh?”
I smiled,
somewhat relieved that he was alright about it.
“Right Mr.
Robert, my turn now. Get your sweet
lips wrapped around my bishop and let me find out what all this is about.”
I leaned
across to his groin, and had a good look at his cock while I frigged a
little. A hot wave swept through me and
all at once, I desperately wanted it in my mouth. I fell on him hungrily, glad to have a cock just when I was
thinking my hand would be my only friend for some days.
Thomas
stiffened and writhed. He groaned loudly.
I knew it was with pleasure and took no heed. His balls were big and the sack soft. With one hand I played them while I frigged the base of his cock
and sucked all at the same time.
Hardly had
I started when he arched his back lifting me with him. With some force, his juices erupted and
flooded my mouth and throat. I
swallowed quickly, happy to once again taste that special nectar.
His cock
soon deflated and he lay there some time without a word.
“Oh my God!
Oh my God! I love playing myself but
that was beyond anything I had dreamed of, and I’ve dreamed of plenty listening
to the lads in the camp. Nobody did
that justice with the telling, no one of them.
I just hope it felt the same when I did it to you.”
“Don’t
worry on that, you did a real good job.
You can do it anytime you like too, and I will do the same for you.”
“Really? That would be great if we could. I must say, I was a bit undecided about
doing it, but its something I wanted to try. Now its done, well, when can we do
it again?”
“Give us
time to catch our breath and then we’ll see what we can do” I said laughing.
We settled
back to lie down once more and think on what had just happened.
I wondered
at how keen he would be to try other things.
While I enjoyed our sucking, at the same time, I would like to go further
if he was game.
“Thomas,
were you around when there were two men fooling about in one of the big tents
making some kind of a show? After, one youth was taken and badly made use
of. I saw it myself.”
“No I
wasn’t, but I heard all about it, wished I‘d been there. I knew that lad too, a real one for playing
the jester. Heard they went at him all
afternoon that day. After, they said
when he vomited, it was pure white with all the stuff he’d swallowed. Same when he shit, but it wasn’t shit, it
were all white. That’s what some that
had seen it said. The lad was real sick
afterwards, they thought he was going to die, but he didn’t.
But there’s
something wrong with him now. Like
before, he was always laughing and playing tricks, now he walks around like in
some kind of a dream. When some of the
rough ones sees him, they just call him over and fuck him. He doesn’t say a
word, just lets them do what they will.
My mate said he could take a donkey up his arse now, and someday soon,
someone will think to do just that.
Somebody
said they had seen people go like that before, said he wouldn’t be long for
this world. Some say he is sick already, pox or something like. Such a shame for one with such a bright
spirit. I know he got on peoples nerves,
but for it to come to this pass, well it’s not right. Just isn’t right.”
We fell
silent for some time, each to his thoughts.
Thomas
snapped me out of mine.
“So you saw
him get stuffed with Larry and Benjamin, those two jesters?”
“Yes, that
was before the crowd got him, but it was funny with those two, I could have
sworn it was all part of the show. I
think they were too good, got everyone far too horny, one man tried to fuck
me.”
I hadn’t
meant to throw that one in, it just kind of slipped.
“Really,
you let someone fuck you?” he asked in amazement.
“Not
really. Someone pulled down my hose and
stuck their cock in my arse. The crowd was such a crush, I couldn’t see who was
behind me. Luckily he didn’t get it much inside and came straight away, so it
was nothing much. Then after, some old
ruffian tried to grab me, but lucky for me, left when he saw the lad get set
upon.”
“Some of
the hard men make no bones about fucking in the arse. Mind, no one can say anything too them, they are not ones you
would pick an argument with, if you know what I mean. Still, I’ve always wondered what it would be like.”
I looked
over to him, my mind jolted back to my earlier thoughts with what he’d just
said. His cock was hard once more and he
was lazily rubbing it up and down.
Something had turned him on for sure.
“I’ll try
it with you if you’re up to it” I ventured half in jest.
“Well, we
been half way there already ain’t we.
Couldn’t say I mind trying it, just as long as we give ourselves equally
like. Wouldn’t want to think you were
using me.”
“No, fair’s
fair for me too. Wouldn’t ask you to do
something I wouldn’t try myself.” I offered, hoping to re-assure him.
He looked
over and stared into my eyes for a few moments. Then his gaze dropped to my cock.
“Looks like
you aint up to it just yet, and I got one that’s hard as English Oak,” he said grinning from ear to ear.
Could I
trust him? Only one way to find out.
“Right, you
go first then, just put plenty of spit on it and my arse and stop when I say,
right?”
“Anything
you say, you’re the master, right?” he said cheekily.
I moved
around to get on all fours and Thomas got between my legs on his knees.
His cock
was straight to my hole. A thought
flashed through my mind, should I be doing this, what would my master say. Will Thomas let me fuck him after?
He pushed
slowly forward.
“Won’t go
in,” he exclaimed.
“Put more
spit on it then and push a bit harder, don’t worry you’ll hear me scream if you
go too fast.”
“God, you
make it sound so hard, just trying to have a good fuck and it’s hard work.”
“You will
thank me after, so get to work just how I said.”
He did as
instructed and finally the head popped through my defences.
“Now wait a
few moments, let me get adjusted” I ordered.
“God, this
will take all fucking day” he said mock complaining.
“We will
fuck all day if we get so lucky” I shot back, “Right, now push slowly in till
you’re fully home, then you can show me what you can do.”
For all his
bravado, he was as gentle as a kitten.
I had to help by pushing my arse back and spear myself, showing that he
could go faster in getting fully mounted.
Once he had, his rhythm picked up quickly like an old hand.
“Rob, you
arse is so tight, and so fucking hot. I
love it, never thought it would be like this.
I’m not going to last long at this rate.”
“Don’t hold
back, I’m fine and enjoying it, and I’ll enjoy it more if you pretend you are
the beast in the field.”
That did
it, he groaned loudly and rammed home in double quick time, hitting my inner
spot that set me on fire.
“Oh Thomas,
that’s great, fuck me” I found myself telling him.
He grunted
and groaned something awful, just like an animal and that turned me on knowing
I was responsible.
“Oh fuck
Robert, I’m coming too quickly.”
He powered
on, driving nice and deep till he froze rigid and I felt his pulsing cock empty
itself, filling me with a wonderful warm glow.
Still
joined, we fell onto our sides. He held
me tight in the after warmth.
“That was
so good” he said finally. “I have a
mind, better than the wench in Chester to tell the truth.”
His cock
popped from my arse. He looked to
examine first it, then my arse hole.
“No blood either,
cant find fault with doing that at all” he joked.
“Good, then
on your back and let me show you the other side of the sovereign.”
He looked a
little frightened for a moment but did as I said. I pulled his legs up to rest against my shoulders.
“Is this
going to hurt?” he asked meekly.
“Can’t say
it wont, being your first time, but if you are like me, once I’m in, you’ll
forget about unlocking your box of gold.”
I wet my
cock and worked plenty of spit into his hole.
Leaning forward, I pulled his legs up a bit higher till his arse was at
the right level and then leaned into his body.
Immediately the end of my cock felt the warmth of his body as it nudged
open his door. He pulled a face but
didn’t say anything. I took it slowly
not wanting to turn him off the idea of some fun for the next few days. Regularly I anointed more spit to my cock so
that it didn’t dry out.
Soon I was
sliding gently in and out. His face was
screwed up and his eyes tight closed, but he bit his tongue and never asked me
to stop. After taking plenty of time,
finally I was buried to the hilt, my balls resting between the cheeks of his
arse. I wiggled my body left and right
to loosen up his hole.
“Right
Thomas, I liked you fucking me, now lets see if I can make you like getting
fucked.”
I began
slowly pulling out nearly all the way then pushing back fully into his
depths. He was hot and very tight,
which made my cock feel like it might burst before the lesson was over. Soon I was doing it with some speed and his
first reaction was to reach up and pull me down onto his body, wrapping his
legs around my back.
Till he
spoke, I had no idea he was already panting hard.
“Oh God,
Robert, you are doing something inside me which is wonderful. I think this is a miracle!!” It took some time for him to complete his
words and then he stopped trying to make sense of the situation.
“Robert,
fuck me!” he gasped.
Nothing
could have held me back and I ploughed his furrow hard now I knew there was a
sweet spot within. Everything else he
said I could not make out. On and on I
pounded till that moment of bliss when I lurched hard one last time and emptied
myself.
Thomas
moaned on and on. Anyone would have
thought him injured had they heard.
“Rob, I had
no idea, just like using the mouth on the cock. I must be stupid not to know about these things before now.”
“You are
not stupid, you are lucky. Most never
ever get to know about this all their life.”
My grin
stopped him being so serious and I eased myself out of his body. He was curious to look at my cock and then
feel his own hole.
“I never
thought that would go up there. Must be
like giving birth or something,” he said, pondered the subject.
“So, you
liked it then?” I asked.
“Oh yes, course
I liked it. Can we do it again soon?”
“Like how
soon?”
“Like as
soon as we get stiff again” he mused.
“First lets
wash off and then we can see what we are ready for.”
We waded
into the river and splashed water at each other. A deep spot let us submerge most of our bodies so that we could
clean our private parts ready for whatever came next.
I felt
myself asking questions I couldn’t answer. First it amused me that Thomas was
probably like me when I first had sex with my master. Just couldn’t get enough
of it. Then I liked the hold I had over him, like a master to the pupil. But on the other hand I felt guilty in that
I had no feeling of heart for him.
Whether I was still upset from being left back at the castle, I don’t
know, but had my master been here, or my other new friends, then perhaps I
would not have given Thomas a second look.
But even that idea caused me grief as there was nothing about him I
could fault really. Here I had come to
rest my mind from the days labours and instead I was tying myself in knots
contemplating how it had come to this.
The sun had
lost its heat as we sat drying off.
Soon I would have to leave and carry out some duties around the kitchen
and get myself something to eat. If nothing else, it had given me a hunger.
“Can you
come here tomorrow?” asked Thomas.
“With my
master away, I think so.”
“I really
enjoyed this afternoon, hope we can do some more if it doesn’t rain. I want some more of your dick in my arse,
and mine in yours of course!”
If I was
still a lad of the village, would I talk like this?. Speaking of fucking and
arse holes and such, just as easily as any other subject, completely without
shame or embarrassment.
“Better not
play with your “pud” tonight if you want to have enough energy for the morrow.”
He chuckled
at the thought, taking it as my affirmation.
“How about
one more before we go?”
I was now
feeling tired and couldn’t really summon up the energy for another one or
letting him do me again. I told him so.
“But I’m
hard, how about you just laying where you are and let me sit on you so you can
suck my cock again. I really loved you doing that earlier. Should be easy enough!”
I couldn’t
really argue and he was right, I liked sucking him. Actually, I liked sucking any cock if the truth be known.
He grabbed
his jerkin and bolstered my own to raise a pillow and eased himself close to my
face. His cock poked straight out above
me and he had to bend it down to enter my mouth. First he teased a little, pretending to put it to my lips, but
then wiping it across my face. Thankfully he tired of that game and slipped it
between my lips. I ran my tongue over
the head bringing immediate moans from his mouth.
Having him
like this dispelled my lethargy and I got into the game soon enough. Thomas squirmed around almost unseating
himself. I took the opportunity on one
occasion to pull him slightly over me so I could tongue his balls. He squealed with delight. I took one ball at a time and gently sucked
and licked them. He couldn’t keep still
and moved his groin backwards and forwards, and also pushing his weight down on
my face hard when I touched a really sensitive spot.
I was also
very excited now and wanted to give him all the best feelings I knew of. Just as I decided to go back to his cock, a
whim took me and I moved him a little further forward. His hole wiped across my mouth and I darted
my tongue across it. His constant moans
and groans increased in intensity and he sat down hard over my mouth. Thankfully with being in the river, there
was no trace of our earlier connections there.
But this
move was rationed, and I moved him back to return to his cock. He was sword hard and it lanced the back of
my throat on every movement made. It
wasn’t long before he told he was coming.
I was
hungry for his taste and sucked and licked him with renewed vigour. I could
feel the heat and size increasing so I knew he was almost ready to burst.
Taking me
by surprise, he snatched his cock from my mouth. I quickly raised my head to
catch it again, but he took hold to keep it out of my reach. Now he was
torturing me, I really wanted to suck him dry.
He frigged
it a couple of times looking me straight in the eyes. With his other hand he reached to stroke my face, then pushed his
finger in the corner of my mouth. The
effect was to keep it open and I expected him to push his cock back at any
moment.
Instead he
milked his cock a few more times and then from a handbreadth away, erupted and
fired two or three streams of juice straight into my mouth. It landed on my
tongue so I could savour the taste immediately. But then he withdrew his finger and fired his next shots all over
my face till I could feel it running down my cheeks and neck. I watched him eagerly all the time. It was a strange thing to behold seeing
every strand slowly leave the end of his cock and fly through the air and then
feel the heat of it landing on my face.
Before
quite finishing, he leant forward pushing his cock between my lips and emptied
the last of his spending there. I
licked him greedily, the smell of his juice potent and intoxicating under my
nostrils. He had almost made me come
doing this and I was crazed to suck him more.
Too soon he
deflated and I could tell my tonguing would be making his cock tender. Slowly he withdrew, watching closely as it
left my lips. He took hold just before
it flopped to my chest and milked another drop from the end. Again he looked me in the eyes and then
wiped the pearl across my lips. I
licked it off, ever hungry for more.
He shuffled
back to sit on my own hardness, gently moving his body left and right to roll
it across my stomach. Still he
tormented.
His head
came to mine, his tongue reached out and proceeded to lick off his spending
from my face. Oh, the feelings, he
almost made me feint. Finally, his
tongue crossed my mouth to see if I had left anything behind. Finding nothing, he forced it between my
lips and tongued the insides of my mouth.
His eyes closed and our embrace turned long and passionate.
It turned
me to a quivering mass. His hot tongue
twining with mine, the taste and aroma of his spending still on my senses. My
head felt like it would burst. Surely
something did, for I erupted violently between our stomachs and my body
wrenched and bucked in the ecstasy of this heavenly moment.
We stayed
locked together and quiet for some time, not wanting the magical spell to end.
With the light fading to the end of the day, reality lapped over us and we
rolled on our sides and stared into each others eyes.
He cleared
his throat. “Rob, I don’t know what to say.
The words I know cant tell of what I felt then. I thought earlier this was going to be some
kind of role in the hay, like with the wench at Chester, but its not. But I can’t tell you what it is. Only I can
say it was the best thing that has ever happened in my short life. I swear the truth, it really was. My only hope is that you feel something like
I do.”
I looked at
him thinking, this is not what I had expected.
“Tom, for
me, it’s like that every time I have done this. Apart from that once in the tent I told you of, I can also say
truthfully, that it’s always like that, including just now. Make no bones about it Thomas, we both like
everything there is about it. Just pray
we get some more chances before you have to go away.”
“That’s
been on my mind already. When we
disband and my family is taken care of, do you think your master will be able
to take me on? After all, I left my
family because they couldn’t support all of us, so nothing has changed
there. If I could fall under your
masters protection, he would find me a willing and thankful servant.”
“I can’t
answer for him Thomas, but I will surely put in a good word for you. No need to worry over that.”
He leant
over and gave me a quick kiss.
“On the
morrow Robert. I’ll be waiting after the noon.”
“Yes Tom,
the morrow. Lets see if we can find
something we haven’t done today.”
We eased ourselves
up laughing and dressed for a return to life outside our little haven.
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