This is the third part of a series about a teenager named Roan who lived in the Middle Ages. It contains sex between teenagers, between men and teenagers and incest.
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Hugh woke as the sun burst into the little room that was his house. It was the third morning since Roan had gone that he awoke in an empty house. He was lonely. His wife was staying with his daughter-in-law, his son was at the castle and he had no one to share himself with. He knew his wife had duties to attend to, especially since Mary, his daughter-in-law, had had so much difficulty delivering his grandson. He had never understood why Richard, his oldest son, had married so quickly and to a girl he hardly knew. It seemed as though he was afraid of something. Even after Roan told him about his relationship with Richard he still didn't understand. He knew he would have to ask him. He wished one of his sons were with him now. He knew that his desire for his sons was not accepted, and he had denied it for a long time, but after the night with Roan he could no longer hide it from himself.
As he lay on the pallet thinking about his son, he heard a noise outside. Someone was walking down the path that led to his door.
"Who's there?" He sat up just as the door was pushed open. His oldest son, Richard, stepped in and grinned at him.
"Father, you still sleep? That's not like you?"
Everyone said that Richard looked as if Hugh had spit him out, they looked so much alike. Richard, like Hugh, had jet black hair that covered his entire body. His hair was straight and he let it hang over his forehead. He had thick black eyebrows that stood high above his dark eyes. He was as tall as his father, not quite as muscled, but nicely built. His arms and his thighs gave evidence of hard work and they were covered with the same black hair that was so copious on other parts of his body.
"I was just laying here thinking, Richard, thinking about you and Roan and me." Richard blinked and stared at his father. "Roan told me about you and him at the stream, he told me you were his first lover."
"Oh my God." Richard sat down and put his head into his hands. "Why did he tell you that?" He was afraid, afraid of what his father would do.
"I asked him who his first lover was and he told me. This was after he and I made love." Richard could not believe what he was hearing.
"You lay with Roan, father? How could you, he's your son."
"He's your brother and you seduced him first." The room was quiet, neither man saying anything. Hugh looked up at Richard trying to guess what he was thinking, but his face did not betray his feelings. Richard said nothing, he stood up, looked at his father, and smiled.
"I'm your oldest son, what about me?" Richard did not wait for an answer. He pulled off his smock, his breeches and stood before his father naked. "Take me, father, please."
"I want you, Richard. Come to me."
Hugh lifted his arms to welcome his son to his bed. Richard knelt down next to his father and allowed himself to be pulled on top of him. He felt his father's arms encircle him as his lips sought and pressed into him. Their cocks pressed together and their bodies began to create a heat between them. Richard felt his father's hands ease down his back, cup his protruding asscheeks, grasping little mounds of flesh in his hands. Hugh continued to seek out his son's lips and he kissed them with an urgency that indicated his strong desire to know this aspect of his son's being. He pushed his tongue into Richard's mouth and began tasting him. Father and son kissed and caressed each other for a long time before they pulled apart and lay facing each other.
"Father, did you fuck Roan?"
"Yes, and then he had me."
"Take me, father, let me feel you in me."
Hugh got his oldest son to lay across the table on his stomach with his legs on the floor. He spread his asscheeks, looked into his crevice and knelt on the floor behind him. He smelled the pungent odor from his son's hole and then pushed his tongue against it, licking his son and letting his tongue push into the tiny hole, lubricating it for the real invasion. When he had fully tasted his son's shithole he stood, lubricated his cock with his saliva and placed it against the opening, gently pushing his ten inch dick into his oldest son's puckered hole. When he was sure Richard had adjusted to the massive fuck tool he began pistoning in and out of his taut ass. Richard screamed in ecstasy as Hugh's powerful cock repeatedly brushed against his prostate sending shivers of pleasure throughout his body. He urged his father on as the passion of their coupling carried them to further heights of pleasure. After a long time of continual pumping Hugh's huge member exploded in Richard's hot ass with a powerful force.
Then Hugh lay on his back on the table, eased his ass to the edge and took Richard's rod into him. Richard wasted no time in moving into a powerful flow that had him slamming his pubes against his father's voracious ass. Their bodies moved together like a machine, pushing and pulling against each other, joined by a hard cock that was seeking its release. It was buried deep in the narrow channel and was stretching it to its limits. Richard pumped his hard cock into his father's ass for a long time. Several times he stopped, waited and then started again. Their sweaty bodies meshed together as the slapping noise echoed in the room. Their sighs and moans joined with the slapping sound to provide a background for the coupling that was becoming more and more intense. Together, father and son, approached an orgasm that was on a new level of feeling for both of them. When it happened, they felt it together and they responded together with screams and cries of release.
Later, Richard lay in his Hugh's arms enjoying the security of being with his father.
"Where is Roan now, father."
"He is with William, at the castle." Hugh explained everything that had happened to Roan in the last three days. Richard listened, asked a few questions and then fell silent. Neither of them said anything for awhile and then Richard spoke up.
"Father, I must tell you something. William's brother John is an evil man."
"How do you know, son."
"I had an experience with him, he scared me, father. I never told anyone, but it was scary."
"What happened, Richard."
"You know how you would send me out to the pasture to take care of the sheep? Sometimes I would be there for days on end and Roan would bring me food. One day, two summers ago, I was there by myself. It was very hot and I went swimming in the stream. You know the spot where the woods come down to the edge of the water? It was there. When I came out of the water he was there. I hadn't heard him approach on his horse, but he stood there looking at me. I recognized him from the times I saw him at the festivals. He got off his horse and approached me and told me I was handsome as he began to touch my naked body. He was smiling and talking gently and I was aroused by him. He saw that and took off his clothes. When I saw his huge cock I was afraid. No one had ever entered me but Roan and I was afraid of taking him, but that was not what he wanted. He walked over to a big tree, faced it and leaned against it, offering me his ass. I couldn't believe it. He ordered me to fuck him and I did. I got behind him and shoved my cock into him. After we did it standing up he lay down on the soft grass, lifted his legs and let me fuck him again. I did it twice, father, I fucked the Duke's oldest son twice. When we were finished he got dressed, got on his horse, looked at me and told me 'I was a sodomite and I deserved to be killed or castrated. I had better be careful in this domain.'
I was scared, father, he looked at me with such an evil look. He had asked me to fuck him, I would never do anything like that to him. I had never touched anyone but Roan and I loved him. That was why I married Mary so quickly. I didn't want anyone to think I was a sodomite, so I got married. It wasn't because I was in love, I was scared."
Hugh listented to Richard's story in silence. It answered his question as to why Richard had married so quickly. He felt sorry for his son, but he was also concerned about Roan. He pulled Richard closer to him as if to protect him.
"I love you, Richard. Nothing will happen to you, it is Roan we must be concerned about." But, even as he said it something told him Roan would be all right, he would be able to take care of himself.
For three days Roan roamed around the castle and his environs. He took great pains to stay out of John's way, and he succeeded. Most of his success was due to the fact that John stayed in his quarters, sulking and planning his next move. Roan, with his good looks and friendly demeanor, had no trouble making friends and becoming a part of the life of the castle. He spent the nights with Father Stephen, but his days were mostly spent with Edward, the sixteen year old son of the miller. He had literally run into Edward one day as he was bounding across the yard after a horse. He hadn't seen Edward coming toward him and they ran into each other. Both teenagers fell to the ground, but Edward jumped up ready to fight. He lunged at Roan, who quickly stepped aside and tripped him. Edward realized that although he was slightly taller, he was really no match for this strong young man that he had challenged. He backed off and he and Roan shook hands, becoming friends. After that they had spent most of that day playing around, joking and generally making a nuisance of themselves. On the next day Edward suggested they go to the river and get away from the castle for awhile. Roan quickly agreed and they set off shortly after Edward had finished his chores with Roan's help.
The river was about two miles from the castle. They found a shady spot under some trees, stripped down and jumped into the water. Like boys everywhere they romped, played and enjoyed each other's company. Edward was fascinated by his handsome friend and he had suggested they come to the river so they could be alone. He had no idea what would happen, he didn't even know if Roan was interested in him in that way, he only knew that ever since he had met Roan he wanted to know him in every way he could. But Edward hadn't thought about the consequences of swimming naked with Roan. Even before Roan stripped down, Edward felt his cock begin to respond to his handsome friend. He had turned away as he undressed and then ran straight to the water before Roan could see his hardon, but Roan knew.
Once in the river the two boys horsed around as boys usually do. Then Roan went under water and swam between Edward's legs, taking his limp cock into his mouth. He sucked on it for a few seconds and then came up for air.
"Oh yeah, I like that!" Edward grinned at his friend and ran his hand through his silvery blonde hair. Roan dove again and sucked Edward's dick for a longer time.
Edward was almost six feet with thick red hair. His blue eyes and red hair accentuated his pale skin tone. He was goodlooking with a bright smile that lit up his face. He was thin without being skinny, broad shouldered with a narrow waist and possessed of a firm rounded ass that jutted out like a hairy melon. His cock, which Roan was sucking under water, was eight inches hard, and had never been sucked before. Edward had jerked off with some of the other boys that lived around the castle but he had never gone beyond that. He was anxious for this time with Roan.
Roan came up again and motioned for Edward to follow him. They climbed out of the water and lay down in the soft grass that came down to the edge of the river. It was almost midday and the sun was high in the sky, warming everything. The woods echoed with the sounds of nature: birds, crickets, other animals. These woods, being so close to the river, shielded anyone who swam in the river and made this particular spot a shelter from prying eyes. Many peasants were in the fields further beyond the river, but they couldn't possibly see or hear what was about to happen at this grassy spot.
Roan rolled over onto Edward and began kissing him, pushing his tongue into his mouth and letting his hands roam all over his body. Edward responded with a passion that indicated his need and his desire to know this teenager who had turned him on so strongly.
"You ever been fucked, Edward?"
"No!"
"You ever fuck anybody?"
"No!"
"You gonna do both today." Roan smiled as he looked down at Edward who was lying under him. Their dicks were being pressed together as Roan began grinding into Edward. Edward lifted up and joined Roan in the grinding movement. They kissed and humped together until they both felt their impending orgasm. Edward began moaning first, but Roan joined him as their cocks erupted simultaneously, sending jolts of jism spewing forth between their bodies. When they were finished, Roan pulled Edward up and they ran to the river to clean off their first load of cum. Once they finished they return to their grassy love nest and began again. This time Roan lifted Edward's long legs and attacked his asshole with his tongue. Edward had never had such an experience and he almost came again from the impact of Roan's tongue on his sensitive anus. Roan took his time and worked on him until he was thrashing around like a worm in a fire.
"Oh my God, Roan, I can't take it, please, oh God!"
"I love this, Edward, I love your sweet ass."
Roan raised up, spit into his hand, lubricated his dick and began pushing it in to Edward. He knew his eight inch cock would hurt but he also knew that after the pain Edward would respond just as he had to his tongue and he was right. Edward cried out as the big rod entered him, but after Roan stopped, waited and then began plowing his cries of pain turned to cries of joy and passion. He reveled in the feel of Roan's big dick buried in him. He lifted his ass to take each thrust as it came and he moaned continuously as the long rod pushed against his love button.
"Fuck me, Roan! Harder, fuck me!"
"Yes! Take this big dick, Edward, sweet ass!"
Roan's thick cock took Edward to realms of passion he had never experienced before. He drilled him with his fleshly rod until they both were sweaty with their thrashing and poised for an awesome climax.
"I'm cumming, Edddddddddddddd, yeahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Roooooooooooooann! Roannnnnnnnnnnnnnnn! Yesssssssssss!"
Both teenagers experienced a second orgasm that seemed greater than the first. Roan's juices flooded Edward's inner being while Edward's shot into his chin and onto his chest.
"Your turn, red one!" Roan rolled over onto his stomach and let Edward look at his shapely ass. Edward pulled his cheeks apart and then bent over to tongue his best friend. He did just as he had felt Roan do to him. He licked, probed and tasted with his pink appendage in Roan's tiny hole. Roan lifted his ass so that Edward could get his face deep into the crevice and use his tongue to his best advantage. When Edward was satisfied he had tasted all there was, he pushed his eight inch slick cock into his friend and began fucking him. He had never fucked before but he slid into the rhythm as if he was an old hand at it. Again, Roan lifted his shapely ass so that they pushed and pulled against each other. He also began sqeezing and releasing the hard prong that was being pumped into him so that Edward began crying out.
"Yeah, Roan, squeeze me, squeeze that dick."
"Fuck me, Edward, fuck meeeeeeee!"
Edward couldn't last as long as Roan had but he did his best. He plowed deep into his friend and released his jism into his hot ass.
"Yesssssssssssss! Roooooooooooooooan! Oh, yessssssssssssss!" For the third time that afternoon Edward came with a copious flow of semen.
Roan didn't come but he rolled over and began stroking his hard cock. Edward, wanting to help his friend, knelt over him, lowered his body and ensconced himself on his stiff member. He held himself up and let Roan pump into him from below. Roan lifted his hips and fucked into his friend's tight hole. His hips rose and fell as he propelled his long tube into the willing hole above it. He was fascinated by the heat and tightness of Edward's ass channel and he slammed into it for as long as he could.
"Edwarddddddddd, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, oh Goddddddddddddd!" Roan, like Edward, came for the third time and then fell back onto the grass. Both teenagers lay on the grass, their sexual needs satiated for the time being. Roan knew he would be ready again by the time he crawled into Father Stephen's bed and Edward was already thinking about coming to swim on the next day.
John walked into the main hall and sat next to Father Walter. William, Bruce and Father Stephen sat at various places around the table.
"The King will be here on Thursday next. We must prepare for his arrival. He will, of course be bringing many others with him." William had already begun to take charge of the preparations. The others listened as he outlined the procedures and the things that had to be done. John found such business boring, but he also resented the fact that William had taken charge.
"What about the food? I think we need to have special dishes prepared." John sought to inject his authority even though it was in an area he knew nothing about.
"We've already taken care of that. Bruce has informed me of the King's favorite dishes and I have spoken to Lardham, the cook."
"Well, what about sleeping quarters." Father Walter was also trying to undo William's tight hold on such important preparations.
"All the rooms in the castle have been allocated. In addition, we will set up tents in the courtyard and the field for those who cannot be accomodated in the castle itself."
"You seem to have everything under control." Father Stephen smiled as he looked at William. He realized that, although he was only seventeen, he was wise beyond his years and had a capacity for organization and management that was rare in a youth. Father Walter recognized it also, but he resented it. He looked at John and frowned.
"Well, Will, what is there for us to do?" John's words were spoken sarcastically, but William chose to ignore their import.
"I think everything is under control. Father's memorial will be held on the morning of the King's arrival. His body will be removed from the temporary grave. He will, of course, be buried next to mother, I have already ordered the grave to be opened."
"My God, is there nothing you haven't done?" John was now becoming furious. He felt that his authority was being eroded by his little brother. He glared at William and then turned back to Father Walter for support.
"I think we can be glad we have such a thoughtful, organized young man." Father Walter's words jolted John. He had expected some kind of criticism, not words of praise. He arose, looked around at everyone and started toward the door.
"John, we have not discussed the coronation. You are being made a Duke of the realm, what are your wishes." William called after his brother as he strode toward the door.
"It doesn't matter! Whatever you wish!" With that he walked through the door and slammed it behind him.
"Strange attitude!" William looked at Bruce and smiled.
Father Stephen and Father Walter rose to go. They bade the other two goodby and left together. Once in the outer hall Father Walter turned toward Father Stephen.
"Who is this youth I have seen you with these days?"
"Oh, that is Roan, son of Hugh, from the village."
"He is spending time with you?"
"Yes, his father asked me to take him in hand. A little overly charged and in need of discipline."
"I see. You discipline him thoroughly?"
"Yes, every night with the rod of correction." Father Stephen was testing the waters.
"That long and thick rod you possess?
"Yes, long and thick and quite capable of doing the job."
"You must bring him to see me. I mean, just to introduce him. After all, he is staying at the castle and I live here, I should be familiar with all those who are staying here."
"Of course, of course, Father Walter, just to introduce him. But, you are also a disciplinarian?" Father Stephen could not resist continuing to probe into Father Walter's motives.
Father Walter laughed. "You know, 'spare the rod and spoil the child.'
"Yes, that is right." The two priests separated at this point. Father Stephen chuckled to himself as he walked down the corridor to his room. His plan was developing just fine. The only other piece of the puzzle was William, he had to speak to him before he laid his trap.
Bruce leaned over to William and whispered, "Well, your brother has a real problem with you, doesn't he."
"Oh yes. He's jealous and envious. If he only understood. I can do things that he can't and he can do things that I can't. We could work together well."
"I wish I were him." Bruce smiled as he looked at William.
"What do you mean, Bruce?" William was taken aback by Bruce's statement.
"I mean, having such a handsome, capable brother would be a definite asset if I were the Duke of Farnham." He chuckled as he looked deep into William's eyes.
Bruce's errand, John's intransigence and William's talents had combined to mandate that Bruce and William spend a lot of time together. For the past three days they had been working together to arrange the King's visit and their relationship had develop into a close working one. Bruce found William to be an intelligent and attractive young man, he was impressed with his ability and his youthfulness.
"You know, Will, your brother watches me all the time. I believe he is jealous of the attention I'm paying to you. I think he put me in the room next to his so he can keep tabs on my comings and goings."
"You're right, Bruce. He wants to make sure I don't visit you at night, although I don't know why he would worry about that." William was probing.
"Why not? I wouldn't mind having a night visitor, particularly one as handsome and desirable as you." Bruce knew he had thrown the gauntlet down. He looked back at William and grinned.
"I had no idea. Listen, Bruce, this castle is honeycombed with secret passages. My father showed them to me when I was a kid. I don't believe anyone else knows about them. I can come to your room at anytime without anyone knowing I'm there."
"Would you come tonight, Will? I need someone to share my bed. It's been so long and I've been thinking about you all the time. Please?"
"You don't have to beg, Bruce. I had no idea you were interested. I thought you were a ladies' man. You know, the fair maiden and all the crap. You practice the sin of sodomy, as my brother refers to it?"
"I am one of the chief sinners!" Bruce threw back his head and laughed. He felt as though he and William had crossed a line which had been separating them.
"So, it's settled then, your room, tonight."
"Right. I'll be waiting, Will, don't disappoint me."
Bruce arose and left the hall. Will sat for awhile thinking about all that had happened. He began wondering about Roan and then remembered that Father Stephen was taking care of him. He also remembered he had seen him that morning walking toward the river with Edward. He knew that he and John had spent many days at the river, swimming and making love in the grass and he wondered what had taken place there between those two teenagers. He thought to himself, 'if only the grass could talk.' He smiled as he arose and went to his room.
It was about eleven o'clock when William, wrapped only in a light cloak, pushed at small mechanism in the fireplace in his room and watched a wall open revealing a passageway. He tipped through it, pushed it close and started through the narrow corridor. He had thought to bring a torch to illuminate the way so that he wouldn't get lost, although He knew this corridor almost by heart. He had used it many times as a kid when he wanted to get from one place in the castle to another without being seen. He walk quickly but quietly to the other side of the massive structure and then stopped at a stone door similar to the one he had come through. He reached around for another mechanism, pulled it and stepped into Bruce's room.
Bruce sat up in the bed and looked at William. He smiled as he watched him close the secret opening and pull off the cloak. He stood before Bruce naked with his cock standing straight up against his stomach. Bruce rose up from the bed and revealed his nakedness to William. Bruce was a warrior, with a muscular build. His red hair hung long and was neatly trimmed as was his thick mustache and matching eyebrows. His red hair contrasted with his green eyes and pale skin. He was 6'2'' and had bulging biceps, thick thighs, awesome pecs and a flat stomach. He was almost 210 pounds without an ounce of fat, all muscle and plenty of it. His cock, which was curved like a scimitar, stuck out of a patch of red hair and was more than nine inches long. William looked at him, grinned and walked into his waiting arms.
"I have wanted you since the day I saw you in the courtyard. I want to love you as you have never been loved before." Bruce kissed William on his cheek and then moved to his lips. He found his tongue and sucked it into his mouth so that it could join his. He let his hands roam over the teenager's body, caressing him and getting aquainted with the curves and contours that excited him. William surrendered to the warrior's passion and let himself be carried to realms of sensual bliss. Bruce picked him up in his arms and held him like an infant. He looked down at him and started kissing him again with the affection borne out of deep love and concern. He lay William down on the bed, crawled in next to him and pulled him on top of his powerful body. William caressed his arms, trying to encircle his biceps and finding his hands were too small. He sucked his nipples, moving from one to the other in a frenzy of passion that stirred the already blazing fires within Bruce. William raised up and looked at him.
"I want you in me, I want to feel you deep inside me. Take me, Bruce, make me yours. I've never wanted anyone so much, take me."
"I will, my love, I will."
William lay on his back and watched Bruce as he lubricated his dick with an unguent that he poured out of a small vial. The aroma filled the room and William found that it assaulted his senses with its powerful smell. He winced as Bruce anointed his finger and then began pushing it up into his anus. He felt the finger being turned and twisted so that the oil was applied liberally to his slimy tunnel. When Bruce had finished preparing, he knelt between Williams' uplifted legs, kissed him again, looked into his eyes and then started pushing his massive cock into William's manhole. The thick well-oiled appendage slipped in easily enough, although it stretched the tight passage wider than it had ever been stretched. William took all of it without a murmur or cry of pain. He sighed when he felt Bruce's pubes push against his asscheeks, knowing that every inch was in him.
The man and the teenager made love in the castle room. They were joined by the huge cock that plowed into the velvet-like tunnel in a continuous motion. Bruce lay on William and held him tightly in his arms as his curved cock reached in and pulled out of his rear passage. Each stroke caused William to moan into Bruce's ear informing him of the joy he was giving even as he delighted in the tightness and the heat of narrow tunnel. Bruce came but he only paused to allow his dick to erupt and then he got back into his previous beat. At first, William's arms were wrapped tightly around Bruce, but then he began reaching for his beefy asscheeks. He grabbed them, caressed them and began working with him to keep the rhythm of his cock constant. He pulled him back into him whenever he pulled out and he reached up to meet him whenever he plowed back. Their pace was established and they kept it going.
Bruce kept kissing and nibbling at William as he humped into him. The silence of the room was broken by the moans, sighs, and cries of the two men who were loving each other in a way that had not done with anyone else. Bruce had fucked before, but never like this; William had been fucked before, but never like this. For both it was an awesome experience, one that was cementing them together in a way they had not dreamed off. Bruce came again, but once again he paused, only to return to what he had been doing before. Each time Bruce had erupted within him William had also cum, spur by the pressure of the huge cock on his very sensitive prostate. By now William was delirious with passion. His hands were still grabbing and kneading Bruce's ample ass as he raised his own ass to get all of the rock-hard dick that was being pistoned into him. He began to pull the cheeks apart and let his finger search for the smelly hole within. He found it and then started pushing in, reaching further and further in his search for Bruce's organ of pleasure. He located it and worked on it, causing Bruce to cry out with each push of his finger.
Bruce had reached a plateau of pleasure that was new to him. He could hold it no longer. He pulled his long curved fleshly sword out of the tight ass-scabbard, stroked it with his hand and began spewing his jism all over William's pubes. At the same time William grabbed his throbbing dick, raised it and let it erupt, sending volley after volley of cum into Bruce's chest and stomach.
"I love you, Will. I have never felt like this before, I love you. Will you have me?"
"Bruce, I will never let you go, you are mine forever."
William curled up next to Bruce with his head on his shoulder and fell asleep. He knew in his heart he had found the love he was looking for. He fell asleep knowing that neither John, nor Father Walter, nor anyone else could stop him from fulfilling his destiny.