Disclaimer: Ok, all the usual stuff applies. If you are too young or this kinda thing isn't legal in your area then this is a no no but there isn't any way of checking how old you are or anything so I cant stop you if you really wanna carry on reading!
Also, this story is likely to contain scenes of a homosexual nature so if this sort of this offends you then a) don't be so damn small minded and b) what the hell are you doing on this website...is there something you want to tell me???
Authors note: Many thanks to those of you who left me feedback on the last two chapters. I hope this one is up to scratch!!! For those of you new to this story, please be aware that it is my first attempt at this sort of this so please bear with me!
Part 3.
Rynor woke up in the middle of the night with a strange feeling down his front and a huge erection. Having only just woken up it took him a while to work out that the feeling was him spooning up against Jake with his erection resting neatly in him naked crack. As soon as he did work this out he leapt out of bed as quietly as possible and slipped into the bathroom.
Considering the small appearance of this house from the street this room was quite large. It had a toilet, a washbasin with a cupboard just above it and a bathtub set in to the floor, easily big enough for three people. Rynor sat on the edge of this bath with his feet on the inside. He was still naked, having rushed from the room, not wishing to wake Jake, and his erection was in dire need of attention. "How could this be," he thought. "Here he was with the biggest erection he had ever had and it had been induced by the sixteen year old future king! Even if he weren't the rightful king he is only sixteen. But then, I am only twenty-two. No...he is too young. Oh why does he have to be so beautiful! Those eyes, that face, that bulge! For his age, he was big even for a Cornelian!" At this point he was stroking his iron hard member, slowly getting faster and faster. After a few minutes of this his urge for release took over and his other hand roamed all over his body from his rippling six pack to his large, bullet-like nipples. After a while he was overcome by his orgasm, suppressing his grunts, aware of the close proximity of his houseguest. As he continued stroking out the final drops he sat and revelled in the after-glow of his orgasm and imagined what Jake would look like naked.
Jake had remained as still as possible when he heard Rynor come to bed, not wishing him to discover that he was awake and thus leaving again. By the time he heard Rynor's breathing become even with sleep his curiosity peaked and he could hold it in no longer. He turned over and tried to look at Rynor's body but it was pitch black. All he could see was his hulking body underneath the sheet he used as a duvet. Wanting desperately to know what this god-like man looked like he tentatively stuck out his hand until he felt flesh. At first he just rested his hand on what he believed to be Rynor's pec to see if it would wake him. When it didn't, he proceeded to explore Rynor's body from his rock-hard pec's with their large nipples which he took a moment to rub and tweak turning them in to little bullet like things he yearned to suck on to his beautiful six pack that seemed as thought carved out of granite. When he was satisfied he had explored his entire torso he allowed his hand to trace down his pleasure trail of hair into his large but short-cut patch of pubic hair that seemed to beg to be nuzzled. Finally he allowed his hand to move further down and rest on his penis, which, even in its soft form, felt absolutely huge. After a few moments resting there he started stroking up and down the gargantuan piece of meat. After a few seconds of this it started to grow and to Jakes amazement, it just kept on growing until eventually it was about the diameter of a beer can and felt to be at least ten inches long. At this point his other hand automatically came up to cup his balls and his eyes bulged. He had never felt anything so big! They each had to be at least the size of large eggs! Just then Rynor stirred and Jake realised he was still stroking his penis so he stopped, not wanting Rynor to wake up and realise what was happening. Instead he turned back over, shuffled backwards and manoeuvred himself so that Rynor's still hard penis was resting along the length of his crack and with a contented sigh he fell asleep.
In the morning Jake woke up to an empty bed and the smell of bacon. He quickly put on his jeans and t-shirt he had managed to grab before Dominic whisked him off yesterday and realised he hadn't managed to grab any underwear. "Oh well," he thought, "I always wanted to try going commando." When he entered the kitchen Rynor was standing by an arga-like stove cooking eggs and bacon and wearing a short, woollen tunic. As Jake approached his he spun round quickly, having not heard Jake enter. "Oh, Jake, you surprised me! I hope eggs and bacon are ok for breakfast" he said. "Sorry to surprise you. Breakfast sounds great!" Each craved acceptance from the other and would do anything necessary to achieve it but neither knew that the other felt the same way. "Oh good," said Rynor, genuinely relieved, "would you mind grabbing two plates from that cupboard over there?" he asked. As Jake walked over to the other side of the kitchen, Rynor admired his ass in the jeans he was wearing and said: "Today we must get you some Cornelian clothes. Those garments you wear will make you stick out like a sore thumb!" "How can we?" asked Jake, "I have no money. I barely managed to grab these clothes before Dominic whisked me here, although it is lucky I did because I would certainly get some strange looks walking around naked!" he chuckled. "If only" murmured Rynor. "Pardon?" asked Jake, having not heard properly, as Rynor had intended. "Oh, don't worry about that" Rynor said, quickly turning back to the stove to hide his rapidly growing erection and concentrate on the bacon.
A few seconds later Jake was at his side with the plates, smiling up at him, and for a few seconds, unbeknownst to the other, they both silently admired the man/boy in front of them. Rynor quickly checked himself, not wishing to reveal the feelings that neither realised were mutual, and clumsily returned his attention to the bacon. In an over-zealous attempt to turn one of the pieces of bacon he splashed some hot oil on to his leg just above the knee. He cursed loudly, jumped back from the stove and grimaced at the pain. Jake, having been forced to take a first aid course last summer by Aunt May, quickly whipped off his t-shirt (having not found a cloth near to hand) and dabbed the oil off Rynor's leg. He then wetted his t-shirt and pressed it against the burn until the initial wave of pain had subsided slightly. Having done this he asked Rynor about the whereabouts of some burn cream or any other such poultice and was told to look in the cupboard above the basin upstairs. He rushed upstairs to the bathroom and came back a few moments later with some cream and a few bandages. "Ok, sit here and put your foot up on this stool." Jake had grabbed a three-legged, mid shin high stool from by the range and put it by the chair for Rynor to rest his foot on. This elevated his leg slightly, which gave Jake better access to the burn, which was partly on Rynor's inner thigh but mostly on the front of his leg just above the knee.
Jake knelt down in between Rynor's legs and was about to put some cream on the burn when he realised he had a completely unobstructed view of Rynor's groin due to the apparent lack of underwear on this planet. He blushed and quickly looked away hoping Rynor wouldn't notice. When it appeared he hadn't, Jake applied some cream and started gently massaging it in to the burn and the surrounding area. He could not help but notice that as he continued to do this Rynor's tunic seemed to tent up so stole a few quick glances to his groin and noticed he was getting hard. Not wanting to embarrass his host he finished this as quickly as he could and then wrapped the burn in a bandage, which he tied securely and fastened with a pin. "There, that should do the trick" he said. "Now, you sit there and I will serve the breakfast." Rynor did not object, as standing up would have revealed his state of arousal, which he hoped he had managed to hide from Jake.
After a little while Jake cleared his throat and said: "Right. Let me get this straight because I think I am still a little confused. You want me to believe that I have been transported to a planet called Cornelia, which is in a distant part of the universe to Earth where some battle or other that is ravishing the universe has not reached but in the mean time an evil tyrantess...is that a word, not sure...ok, where an evil tyrant woman called Angelique has taken over. So far so good?" "That is correct," replied Rynor. "Ok. And you also want me to believe that my parents were actually members of the royal family on this planet and I was only taken to earth for my own protection but since they are dead I am actually the rightful king but I have to help get rid of this Angelique woman first?" "Also correct," replied Rynor. "And to achieve this you are going to teach me magic and swordsmanship and stuff?" "Not quite, I will teach you the art of the sword, lance, bow and other such weapons as well as horse riding and tactics. Dominic will teach you the magic." "O...K. When do I start?" asked Jake. "Today."
Authors note: Sorry its such a short chapter. I have a feeling they my all be quite short but there will be lots of them! And...it might actually be getting interesting now! There is an obvious attraction between the two main characters but as is always the way, they seem to have no idea! And what's more, Jakes training is about to start! Oh I can barely contain my excitement...no, honestly, I cant!
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