Knights of the Rod

By Eagleman

Published on Mar 8, 1999

Gay

This is the eight in a series of stories about Roan, a young man who lived in the Middle Ages. This story contains sex between teenagers, between men and teenagers and incest.

Comments welcomed: Eagleman_50@Hotmail.com

Roan awoke and rubbed his aching head. He looked around, trying to figure out where he was. The lattice bars in front of him indicated he was lying in some kind of dungeon. Besides his head, he seemed to be all right, nothing else hurt. He lay still, listening. Someone quite near him was engaged in sex. As his eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness he was able to see through the lattice and across the floor. He saw the back of a powerfully built man, bent over someone, fucking him. As the figures came into focus he made out the beefy ass of the man on top as he humped into the other one. He watched as the dimpled asscheeks rose and fell with the cock movements. Whoever was on the bottom was kneeling on all fours and the top man was bent over him, as though riding him. The big ass kept rising and falling as the man continued humping into the hole beneath him. Roan listened and decided that the moans he heard could only be coming from two men. Somehow, he thought the moans of one man sounded familiar. He tried to dismiss that thought as being ridiculous, but it nagged him nonetheless. His dick started responding to the noise and the sight before him. He reached down and stroked it through his pants, still watching the love scene that was being enacted less than four feet away. Suddenly the man on top cried out, shook violently and then lay still. After awhile he rose up, took a coat or a blanket, lay it on the floor and lay down on it, lifting his legs.

Now Roan saw the bottom man as he rose up to take his place between the other man's legs. He stared in disbelief, it was Caxton, the love he had left behind. He watched as Caxton moved between the man's legs, got into place and pushed his long cock into the waiting hole. He saw Caxton hump this man just as he had often humped him. He knew the pleasure this man was receiving from this hard dick because he had received it so often himself. He wanted to reach out and caress the shapely ass that kept pumping in and pulling out of the hot hole, but he couldn't reach. When Caxton came, he moaned softly and pumped erratically, emptying his cock into the beefy ass. As soon as they were finished the big man rolled over and seemed to fall asleep.

"Caxton, shush, Caxton." Roan whispered.

"Roan, oh God, Roan." Caxton put his face to the bars and began to cry softly. "I was sent to find you and look at me."

"Yes, look at you. Doesn't matter where you are, you find someone to satisfy your need." Roan smiled as he looked at his love.

"Not satisfy, Roan, only you satisfy me. Don't tell me you have lived like a priest since you left."

"I have lived like a priest, like Father Stephen." Both men laughed, knowing full well what kind of life Stephen lived.

"How did you get here?" Caxton changed the subject.

"Caught by some men coming from the Earl's. We must get out."

"What do you suggest? I miss you so much, Roan." Caxton groaned as he looked at his special friend.

"Just wait, the reunion will be fantastic!" Roan smiled and blew Caxton a kiss.

"Shush, someone's coming." Caxton and Roan rolled over and pretended to sleep.

A door opened and a short man came walking through as though he was in a hurry. Roan peeked at him and saw a huge bunch of keys hanging from his belt. The little man walked down the corridor and through another door, his footsteps dying away. Just as Roan sat up to say something to Caxton, another voice broke in, "Sirs, sirs, help me!"

"Who are you?" Caxton spoke softly, not wanting to attract attention.

"I am Walter, nephew of DeQuisbeery, help me, please!"

"If you're his nephew why are you here? What did you do to that crook!" Roan sat up when he heard that name.

"I saw him kill another man, a free men and I also know where his treasure is. He blinded me."

"Oh, no! How can we help you." Caxton felt sympathy for this man he had not seen and didn't know.

"I can show you how to get out, but you must take me with you."

"Show us." Roan, who was closest to Walter's cell, leaned over to hear his plan.

The dungeon was dank and smelled of urine, feces and decayed food. It was dark, even in the day, but at night it was particularly eerie. As the sun came up and filtered through the slits that served as windows, Roan could see the layout of the room. It was large, with three cells on one side and three on another. The cells themselves were tiny, hardly enough for one man, much less two as with Caxton and the big one. He could see across the floor into Caxton's cell but could not see into any other. There was a door at each end of the room, one leading to another part of the major structure and one leading outside. The little man who had come through shortly before had gone outside. Roan remembered that a cool breeze had blown through after he shut the door.

Walter's plan was simple, he knew something about the little man that they could use to their advantage. He also knew that there weren't a lot of men around during the early part of the day, so that was the best time to put their plan in action.

About an hour later the little man came through bringing food. It was a nasty gruel mix, but it was the only food that the prisoners received. He stopped at each cell, handed the inmate a bowl through an opening and moved on.

"Goodman, are there no spoons?" Roan spoke differentialy to the little man.

"No, put it to your mouth and drink. This ain't the king's court." He sneered as he said it, but stopped to take another look at Roan.

"My goodman, I was hoping you could help me." Honey dripped from Roan's lips.

"What can I do for you, sir." The little man's attitude was changing. Roan surmised he was susceptible to flattery.

"Someone in your position could do a lot and receive a lot." Roan was leaning against the bars, grinning at the little man.

"It depends on what I'm receiving for what I'm doing." The little man leaned forward and looked deep into Roan's eyes.

"You could receive something special from me, if you just get me a spoon and a little more food." Roan winked at the little man and watched for his reaction.

"Where's this special something you talking about?"

"Right here." Roan put his hand on his cock and pushed forward suggestively. The little man grinned and moved so that he was against the bars. He reached into the cell and put his hand on Roan's. Roan moved his hand and let the little man's hand stroke his cock through his breeches.

"Hum, nice, very nice." The little man stepped back and pulled out his keys, quickly opening the cell and stepping in.

"What's your name, goodman?" Roan smiled at him as he moved back into the cell. Caxton and his cellmate were watching this drama with undisguised interest.

"I'm called Stubby." He said it as though it was distasteful.

"Stubby? Why'd they call you that?" Roan had an idea, but he didn't want to say it.

"You'll see, God ain't favored me none." The little man moved closer to Roan and grinned at him. Roan opened his arms and received Stubby, encircling him in his powerful grip. Stubby sighed as he felt Roan's arms tighten around him.

"Careful, handsome, you'll squeeze me to death." Stubby looked up at Roan and smiled, but Roan wasn't smiling back.

"That's the idea, Stubby." Roan, acting as though he was caressing Stubby's back, began moving his arms up toward his shoulders. He kissed Stubby on the forehead and then put his hands around his neck, squeezing tightly. Stubby began to choke and to struggle. He tried to scream or say something, but the pressure was too powerful. He twisted like a chicken when its neck is being wrung and his face turned bright red then ashen white. Roan's hands, which were powerful, continued to press in on his neck. Stubby gasped, then fell forward against Roan. Roan eased the pressure on his neck and let him down gently. He had temporarily shut off the air to his brain and caused him to black out. He knew he would probably come to in about ten minutes so they would have to hurry. He grabbed the keys, opened Caxton's cell, kissed him and then opened Walter's. He looked at him, noted the tragedy of his vision and pulled him out of his cell.

"Which way, Walter?" Walter pointed and the little group ran to the door, pulling Walter as they went. Caxton pushed the door open and they found themselves in the back of a square stone building. Looking ahead they saw they were on the top of a hill and that a path led down the hill to the woods. Walter told them that was the best way and they ran off. Suddenly they heard a voice behind them, and they turned to see a group of men on a wall behind the building they had come from. Two of them had longbows which they were loading. Roan was in front pulling Walter who was followed by Caxton and then the heavily muscled man who had shared his cell. They had started down the hill, running in a single file when they heard a thud and turned around to see the heavily muscled man laying face down with an arrow sticking out of his back. Caxton started to turn back but Roan grabbed him and pulled him along. Other arrows pursued them but they manage to get to the woods and find shelter among the many trees.

"Keep going to the river, we can get away by boat. It will take time for them to get their horses, besides they won't expect us to have a boat but I know where one is hidden." Walter was out of breath, but he pointed ahead and started moving. Roan grabbed his hand again and led him with Caxton following. It didn't take them long to reach the river, nor to find the boat which Walter had hidden. He explained that it had been his and he had used it to travel down to Shelton, the main town of that domain. They got in and Caxton took the oars, rowing powerfully. They saw no evidence of any pursuers as they rowed along. After tiring out, Caxton traded places with Roan and they continued rowing down the river. Walter told them it would take about two hours to get to the town, but their powerful pulling got them there in a little more than an hour.

Shelton wasn't really a town, village would be a better term. There was a church, several stone buildings and a few wooden ones. The landing point was very primitive, but they managed to row in, tie the boat and disembark. None of the trio had any money or other resources but they were hungry and far from their destination. Walter knew of a monastery in the area so they headed for it. It could be seen high above the village on a steep hill. They were able to climb the hill without mishap and to be taken in by the Abbot. He saw to it that they were fed and explained that they would be safe within the confines of the monastery.

Roan had two thoughts in mind - to get back to Farnham and to get alone with Caxton. While they were in the little boat, he frequently touched Caxton and was touched, but they didn't do much else. He also looked carefully at Walter and saw that he was a handsome youth, with golden blonde hair and a nicely formed body. He told them he was eighteen and had been part of the robber's band until they became too violent. He also said that he had heard Caxton and the big man in the night and wanted to join them, but couldn't get out.

In talking with the Abbot Roan found he was a distant relative of William's, knew about his mission and had been told to help him in any way he could. He offered him horses, a loan if he needed it and directions through the countryside.

"I'll need two horses and five sovereigns."

"Only two horses, there are three of you." The Abbot was puzzled.

"We cannot take him with us, Father, he's blind. Besides, he is the nephew of DeQuisbeery, he belongs here, can you shelter him until we return?"

"I suppose so, he will be safe here."

When Roan returned to the little room that had been provided for them he found Caxton there alone.

"Where's Walter, Caxton?"

"He found someone here who he knows from the village, he is spending time with him. You miss him?"

"Not really, I rather like being alone with you." Roan smiled and walked toward Caxton. He stopped in the middle of the little room and stripped, so that by the time he reached Caxton he was nude. Caxton stood, opened his arms and received him with kisses, sighs and caresses.

"I love you so much, Roan, so much. I missed you, that's why I asked to come after you."

"I know, Caxton, you've been in my thoughts since I left. I love you, you mean so much to me." Roan lay his head on Caxton's shoulders, letting his hands move down his back to caress his ass. They stood there holding each other, caressing and kissing for a long time. Finally Roan knelt down, pulled Caxton's britches down and began licking his hard cock. He let his tongue run up and down the shaft and around the crown. He pushed it into the piss hole and sucked up the precum that was oozing out. Then he took it in his mouth and began sucking it avidly. His cheeks bulged with the enlarged cock as he moved up and down the shaft in a slow sucking motion. Caxton's hands were on his head, gently holding him and helping him move along the shaft. He started a humping motion into the wet orifice, reaching to the back of Roan's mouth, to the entrance of his throat. Roan's mouth and tongue were bringing him too quickly to a powerful release. He wanted to prolong it, but he wanted it so much, he couldn't. His humping motions became more erratic and his moans got louder, then his dick jerked, twitched and exploded. The jism flowed like a mighty river as it shot into Roan's mouth, filled it and ran down the waiting throat. Roan took every drop and then looked up at Caxton with a big smile.

"Taste better than ever. I love you!"

Caxton stepped back and removed all his clothes, then lay down on the bed.

"What if Walter returns?" Roan moved to the bed, his big dick pointing at Caxton.

"I told him to stay with his friend, we need this time together."

Roan laughed, got between Caxton's legs, lifted them and looked at the little hole he knew so well. He bent over and kissed it, licked it, and then sniffed. He let his tongue move across the hole in short little lapping motions, stopping every so often to push it in and taste. He replaced his tongue with his wet finger, which he pushed into the hole, prying it open. Then he bent closer and pushed his tongue in further, aided by the prying finger. Caxton, who was holding his legs back, groaned as his asshole was being loved by Roan's tongue. The rimming went on for a long time as though Roan was trying to make up for the time he had been away.

When he was satisfied he had done his duty with his tongue, Roan raised up and replaced it with his nine-inch cock. He pushed in with one stroke and lay down on Caxton, safely ensconced in the tight ass that he knew so well. Caxton wrapped his arms around Roan, held him tightly, lifted his ass, and squeezed his sphincter muscles. The humping began with long slow strokes the came all the way back and then plunged all the way in. Each stroke pushed the little prostate button which sent sensations of pleasure through Caxton. Roan nibbled Caxton's earlobe and kissed his cheeks as his dick kept moving like a piston into the tight hole that held it. Neither said anything, they didn't need to, the hard cock was speaking for both of them. Roan pulled his dick all the way out, looked at the gaping hole and then slammed it back in. He did it again and again furiously smashing his pubes against the shapely ass beneath him. Then he pushed in, held his cock in place and began grinding it around as though stirring something. This stirring motion caused his dick to put continual pressure on the little pleasure button and Caxton responded by moaning as though he was about to cum.

"Oh God, Roan, fuck me, yes, Oh my God!"

"I love you, I love you, take me, yes!"

Roan went back to plowing deep and hard, pushing his cock with all the power of his muscular body behind it. The slamming was audible as his body hit against Caxton's in a continual rhythm of humping. He went on and on filling Caxton with his monstrous prick, bringing them both to a level of passion that was awesome.

"I'm cumminggggggggggggggggggg, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhh!" Roan came and filled the hot ass with his boiling juices.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, Roooooooooooooooan! Godddddddddddddddd!" Caxton joined him, only his jism shot out of his dick, hit his chin, and rolled down onto his chest.

They collapsed in each other's arms and just lay there enjoying the feeling of closeness. Roan kissed Caxton and looked into his eyes. He was crying softly and his tears rolled down his face. Roan licked them as they rolled and held him closely.

"It's all right, Caxton, I'm here and I love you."

"Promise me you won't leave again without me. Promise me, Roan!"

"I promise, Caxton, I promise."

They fell asleep in each other's arms, glad for the warmth and protection they could give each other.

Sometime in the night Roan awoke to find Caxton running his hand up and down his chest. He leaned over and kissed him and then turned over in the bed. Caxton rolled over on top of him, pressed his hard cock into the crevice of his ass and began grinding against him. Roan felt Caxton move down his back and part his asscheeks with his hands. The tongue he loved so much pushed into his hole and wet it, then the hard cock pushed against the same hole and entered it. Caxton plunged in and started humping without any preliminaries. He fucked Roan with a long thrusting motion that refused to tire or to stop. He went on and on filling the hot tight channel as he plowed in, and then emptying it as he pulled out. Roan lifted his ass in perfect harmony with the thick cock that was sheathed in him.

Suddenly Caxton pulled out, stood up and pulled Roan to a standing position. Roan knew what was happening. He bent over, reached back and spread his cheeks and received the hard cock again. Caxton loved to fuck standing up and Roan was ready for him. Caxton held Roan tightly around the waist as he pumped up into the hot jutting ass of his lover. Roan had grabbed his own dick and was stroking it at the same pace of dick he was receiving. The two knights came at the same time, moaning, crying out and shaking in the intensity of their orgasm.

Once again they lay down and fell asleep in each other's arms, this time only awakening when a monk knocked on their door, calling them to breakfast.

They left right after breakfast, leaving Walter who understood and was content to stay in the refuge he had found. The abbot had given them directions through the countryside so they would not have to use the main roads. It took them two days of hard riding to reach Farnham where they were joyously welcomed.

William and Bruce called an assembly of all the knights of the Rod. They assembled in the Great Hall to hear Roan's report and to learn of the mission that would involve all of them. Roan stood on the dais and told them of his adventures. When he finished a knight named Louis, newly arrived from France stood up.

"You didn't tell us how many times you came while you were away." He grinned and then sat down to the laughter of the crowd.

"Not as many times as you came with Diego, my good sir!" Roan knew that Louis and Diego, from Seville, couldn't keep their hands off each other. They had been seen embracing seductively in the stables, in the halls and even in the courtyard. Everyone applauded Roan's quick wit and the business at hand resumed.

The plan was briefly outlined - the armed band was to leave in the morning for a rendevous with Claxton's men. Then they were to instigate an encounter with DeQuisbeery's band and put an end to their indiscriminate thievery and mayhem. After hearing the plan everyone left the Hall to prepare themselves for their morning departure. Roan stayed behind to talk with William and Bruce.

"Roan, you will lead the Knights tomorrow. I'm staying behind with William." Bruce was standing behind William as he sat at the great table.

"Me? Why?" Roan stood up and looked intently at Bruce.

"Because you have demonstrated you can handle difficult tasks and because I can't go and I don't have anyone who could do this better."

"That's right, Roan, we have confidence in you. You handled this assignment well and we know you can do this."

"I'm honored sir, but will the men follow me?"

"Of course. Everyone here respects you. Besides, they'll know that this order comes from me." William rose and walked over to Roan. He patted him on the shoulder and kissed him on the cheek.

"I know you can, Roan, and when you come back I must see you. It's been a long time since I've been with you. The last time you spent with Bruce and I still stands out in my memory as one of my most enjoyable encounters." He smiled and patted Roan on his rump.

"That's right, Sir Handsome, we'll be waiting for you with open arms and open legs." Bruce grinned at him.

"That's a date!" Roan raised his lance, grabbed his crotch and bowed to the two. Then he turned and walked out of the room.

All the way up to his room he thought about how far he had come from his little peasant hut. He realized it was a great honor to be chosen to lead the Knights in battle and he knew he had to be brave and courageous to inspire them. He could no longer look to someone else for the directions, he had to give them. He reached his room, opened the door and looked around for Caxton. Instead he saw Richard, his older brother. Richard was a Knight of The Rod. He was now twenty-two, three years older than Roan. His constant training had hardened his already muscled body so that his biceps and his thighs bulged. The tight hose he wore under his tunic showed his powerful legs off in a very complimentary way. His stomach was still muscularly flat, overshadowed by his powerful pecs. He stood as Roan entered the room, walked to him and encased him in his arms. Roan lay his head on his shoulder and hugged him.

"I missed you, Roan, I missed you so much!" Richard's grip was tight, but Roan snuggled in closer as though he wanted more.

"I know, Richard. Love me, please, love me like long ago."

Richard's hands moved down Roan's back and rested on his asscheeks. He could feel the outline of his shapely butt through his tight breeches. He let his hands move across the fleshly mounds, grasping them through the soft cloth and delighting in their feel. Roan lifted his head and kissed his brother on the cheek and then took his earlobe in his mouth and began sucking it. Richard and Roan stood in the room holding each other and touching each other for a long time. There was no rush between these brothers who had known each other like this for so long.

After awhile Richard released Roan and they removed their clothes, stopping every so often to kiss, caress and grope again. When they were both naked Richard picked Roan up, walked to the bed and gently placed him on it. Roan knew what Richard wanted and his one desire was to give it to him. He positioned himself for the large dick and soon felt it pressing against his portal, easing in slowly and filling him completely. Richard fucked Roan with a passion that came close to consuming them both. It went on and on, minutes ticked by and sweat poured off their bodies, yet Richard went on. His dick was firmly sheltered in Roan's narrow passageway. The in and out movement of his cock matched the slapping movement of his pubes against his brother's ass. Roan held him tightly and urged him on as his own pleasure was heightened by the huge rod that filled him. When they came it was loud and boisterous and very satisfying. The two brothers had given each other all they had and yet they knew that it wouldn't be long before they would give again.

"Richard, where's Caxton?" Only now did Roan think about his lover.

"He agreed to let me have this time with you, I hope you don't mind."

"How could I mind? Being with you is the best thing that could happen to me." Roan leaned against Richard and smiled. "How's our father?"

"He's fine. He misses you a lot, though. You know since mother died he spends a lot of time with Henry." Roan smiled a knowing smile at his brother.

"Richard, what we have is special, you know that, right?"

"I know, Roan, I love you. I mean I love Nicholas, but you're special. Yes, what we have is very special." The two brothers were in Roan's bed. Roan's head was on Richard's chest and he was nestled in his arms. Every so often he would run his tongue across Richard's chest or play with his nipples as Richard ran his hand through Roan's silvery hair.

"Roan, you're so beautiful, you could have anybody, yet you still spend time with me." Richard looked at his brother and kissed him.

"You? You're the one who first introduced me to this kind of love. I love you more than I can tell. I mean it, Richard, you're special. Do you remember our first time?"

"Yes! Down by the river in the grass. Remember how father would send me out to watch the sheep and then send you out to bring me food. You caught me jerking off and wanted to know what I was doing so I showed you and then you wanted to do it all the time. You always were horny, even at twelve."

"Yeah, but it wasn't hard to get you to do it." Roan laughed as he looked at his brother. "Remember the first time I sucked your dick. I thought you would die when I accidently bit you." Richard pushed Roan and rolled on top of him.

"Yeah, I wanted to blast you that time, peasant! But, you learned real fast. You got a talented mouth, little brother!" Richard was looking down at Roan, enjoying the feel of their bodies together.

"I'm talented elsewhere, too." Roan kissed his brother and ran his tongue across his lips.

"That's right, you got one talented ass, Roan. The very first time I screwed you you were squeezing me with that hot ass. I couldn't get enough and you couldn't give me enough."

"Some things haven't changed." Roan looked up at Richard.

"You want some more?" Richard kissed Roan gently.

"Anytime, big brother, anytime."

The two brothers moved into position and Richard eased his nine inch prick into Roan's manhole. Again Richard took his time and brought he and his brother to another powerful orgasm. Then the brothers fell asleep, mindful of their expedition in the morning.

Throughout the entire castle young men were coming together in passionate embraces. They knew that they would be engaging in battle in a few days and some might not return, so they were using this time to give what they might not be able to give again.

Caxton had wandered around the castle hallways regretting the agreement he made with Richard almost as soon as he made it. He was thinking about rescinding it when he walked around a corner and almost ran into a young man who was leaning against a wall reading.

"Oh, I'm sorry." The young man flashed a bright smile and moved back.

"No, I should have been looking. I don't think I've seen you before, I'm Caxton, Knight of the Rod."

"I'm Godfrey, I'm new. I work in the kitchen."

"You work in the kitchen and you read in the hall?" Caxton was amused.

"I want to be a scholar."

Caxton looked him over. He was about an inch shorter than Caxton who was six feet tall. He had a shock of blonde hair that was cut short, but was still dishelveled. His eyes, which were very penetrating, were the bluest that Caxton had ever seen. He was handsome, especially when he smiled, which was often. Caxton couldn't tell about his body, because he had on a loose fitting smock and the ever present breeches.

"How old are you, Godfrey?"

"I'm fifteen, Caxton, and you?"

"I'm seventeen, young man."

"How long have you been here, Godfrey?"

"A month, sir, just a month."

"Who have you met since you've been here?"

"Timothy, sir. I met him last week and we've spent some time together."

Caxton smiled, he knew he was on the right track. If there was anything he knew about Timothy it was that he was insatiable and he would put his dick in any manhole he could find. Caxton realized he wouldn't have to spend the night alone after all.

"You want to spend some time with me, Godfrey."

"Oh yes, Caxton, I'd like that."

"The kind of time you spent with Timothy?"

"Yes, that kind of time. It was wonderful being with him."

"Yes, I'm sure it was." Caxton took the youth's hand and pulled him along behind him. He knew that Father Stephen's old room would be unoccupied. The priest had told he and Roan that they could use it anytime they wanted. He had hidden a key in an inner recess of the wall near the room for just that purpose. Caxton found it and he and Godfrey entered.

"Get undressed while I light this candle." Caxton had to take the candle to one of the hall torches to light it. When he returned he found Godfrey standing in the middle of the room, naked. He looked at him and smiled, his dick beginning to harden in his breeches. Godfrey was thin, but his body was beginning to develop. His long legs were muscular and his chest was covered with thin blonde hair. His cock was already hard, pointing up toward his stomach and dripping precum. And he was still grinning.

"Do you want me like Timothy did?"

"How did Timothy want you, Godfrey?" Caxton knew but he wanted to hear it from this cute young man.

"On my back on the bed with my legs up."

"Yes, that's just what I want."

Godfrey complied and Caxton got between his legs and looked down at him. He bent over and kissed him and received his tongue into his mouth. Godfrey put his arms around him and held him tightly as their tongues played together. Caxton could feel his dick pressing against his and began to grind his pelvis into the youth's. Godfrey wrapped his legs around Caxton and the grinding became more intense. Caxton was grinding into the body beneath him and kissing him passionately as his hands reached down and cupped the asscheeks. He squeezed them gently enjoying their smooth feel. Then he broke the kiss, eased down, spread the precum around the crown of his cock and put it against the hole. He pushed, but nothing gave. He realized he needed more lubricant, so he raised up, spit in his hand and spread it all over his cock. Again he got in place and this time his big dick popped into Godfrey's anus and eased down his narrow passage.

"Oh yes, Caxton, yes, it's good." Caxton looked down at the handsome youth, ran his hand through his hair and kissed him.

"You're tight, Godfrey, real tight. I like it!"

The fucking began. Dick in ass and ass filled with dick. It was a primal experience that shook each of the teenagers. Caxton's long cock kept plunging into the slimy tunnel and pulling out in strokes that sent shivers of pleasure through the fifteen year old.

"Oh, oh, oh, umm, umm" Godfrey kept up a running series of noises. He squeezed his ass muscles around the hard cock and lifted his ass to get all he could.

"Oh, ah, ah, ah, um, um, fuck me, yea, fuck me!" Godfrey's voice kept rising higher and higher as the snake-like appendage kept up its assault on his little muscle button, his prostate. Caxton smiled as he listened to the hot young man enjoying the big dick that was filling him.

When they came it seemed as though they were competing to see who could howl the loudest. Their dicks spewed forth at the same time and they raised their voices in a loud chorus of passionate cries.

That night Godfrey slept in Caxton's arms and he received Caxton's jism deep in his bowels two more times before the sun came up.

Everyone noticed how tired Caxton looked as he saddled up at dawn. He got a lot of ribbing as he rode forth to meet the foe.

Next: Chapter 9


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