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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 when ever 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 as show were 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 instruction on what to do before departing. My attempts to sort through his writings gave me a headache to be sure. 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. It was known only to me and I 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 no doubt 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 moments peace so that 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 back to 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 be now like he is.
"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 up.
"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 thought 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 my 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 then, 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 it. 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 around 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 own thoughts.
Thomas snapped me out of it once more.
"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 too."
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 having 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 instructed.
"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 as 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 his 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 own 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 hand breadth 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. Even though the light was 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 cant 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.
"Thom, 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 Thom, 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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