Disclaimer: All the usual rules apply, if you are too young blah blah, shouldn't be reading this, etc etc but seriously, who is going to know! Also, this story may contain acts of a gay sex so if this offends you: 1) How the hell did you come to be reading this anyway? Is there something you want to tell me? 2) Don't be such a homophobe...we are still people! 3) I suggest you leave now and find help.
Authors Note: Right, I would just like to mention that I do NOT condone sexual activities with young people (even those considered of legal age in some places) but unfortunately I have kinda written myself in to a hole. Therefore there will be happenings between a 22yr old and a 16yr old in this chapter otherwise it would just be boring however I will try and skip forward in time as soon as possible to prevent this happening too much!
"Today? I thought you said we were going to go and get me clothes and stuff" said Jake. "We are. Before we start with the swords and bows we have to get you integrated into local society. Now, we have been spreading word that a relative of mine is coming to visit me...that's you...so at least people will not ask questions about who you are."
"But what if they ask other questions, like about where I come from?"
"Don't worry. We thought about that. Your name is Jakob son of Adrian. You live in the village of Uckton near the eastern border and you came here...Nutleigh...for a visit. Now in about 2 days a messenger is going to arrive in the village and inform us that all of your `family' were killed in an ambush by bandits and you will therefore have to stay here permanently. If anybody asks anything else you will just have to think on your feet"
"Ok, got it. Just one last question. When the time comes, how are you going to persuade everyone I am actually the true king having convinced them I am a relative of yours from some distant village?"
"Do not worry yourself about that, it will become clear in due course." Rynor knew full well how this would be achieved and knew full well what Jake would go through before long but he didn't want to worry him with that just yet.
"Right, ok, well lets get started then." Jake got up from the table and carries the two plates and their cutlery over to the sink where he proceeded to wash them. Rynor simply sat at the table and admired the way Jakes jeans accentuated his ass whenever he moved. He snapped out of his little trance and realise he was a little more excited than he had realised.
"I guess I am going to have to borrow some clothes or something before we go out?" asked Jake turning back to Rynor, realising that his jeans and now bare chest would make him stick out rather more than either of them wanted. The sight before him got Rynor even more excited and he had to just sit for a minute to try and relax without Jake seeing.
"Well come on, are we going out or not?"
"Give me a minute" said Rynor with a slightly pained expression on his face.
"Are you alright? Is your leg hurting you?" asked Jake with a deep look of concern on his face.
"Er, yeah. It's still a bit painful but it will be ok in a second." Jake started forward, intending to check on his make-shift bandage but Rynor stopped him with a wave of his hand and a reassurance that he would be fine in a second. After about two minutes of sitting just looking at Jakes bare chest, now re-established across the table from him, he realised that his current predicament was not going to subside so he just decided to get up and get on with it.
"Right, that's better. Come on, lets get you some real clothes" he said as he stood up. The large tent in the front of his tunic was quickly noticed by Jake but Jakes little smile was completely missed by Rynor. Hmm,' thought Jake, that's quite interesting.' Rynor lead him back upstairs to the bedroom and went to a chest of draws in the corner and pulled out a selection of tunics in different sizes.
"Ok, this one looks like it should fit. Try it on." Again, Rynor completely missed Jakes sly little smile as he handed him the tunic but would have been unable to miss what happened next even if he wanted to. Jake threw the tunic on the bed next to him, dropped his jeans and stepped out of them and, now completely naked, picked up the tunic turning it this way and that. "Rynor, how do I put this on? Do I just slip it over my head or what?" Rynor turned to assist Jake but stopped dead in his tracks. All he could do was gape. He had seen his chest and from that assumed that the rest of Jake would be somewhat pleasing to look at but here in front of him was the most gorgeous boy he had ever seen! He had good, strong legs, fairly large feet, he was a golden colour all over but the main attraction was definitely between his legs. It was a thing of beauty, uncut, thick and glowing in the same gold colour as the rest of him. The tent he had been desperately trying to deflate suddenly sprang back to attention with great vigour. He gulped, closed his eyes briefly and then said "Turn around and I will help you."
Jake did as he was bidden and Rynor came up behind him, taking a quick moment to admire Jakes equally perfect bubble butt.
"Lift up your arms, that's right, then just sort of wiggle it down...no no. Ok just stop moving, I will do it for you! Goodness me, this is the sort of thing most children learn at 4, not 16!" When Rynor had told Jake to lift his arms he did precisely that and Rynor slipped the tunic over his head but when told to `just sort of wiggle it down' he ran in to a few troubles, mostly that is was bunched up round his neck. It was at this point that Rynor gave up and said he would do it. Jake wasn't sure what he was doing wrong but he didn't care, he was beginning to get cold and just wanted the damn thing on!
Rynor gulped again. He wanted nothing more than to pull the tunic on by running his hands down Jakes body all the way down to his thighs but knew he could not. He was just a boy at only 16. It would be almost immoral! Instead he grabbed the bottom of the tunic and firmly, but not roughly, tugged it down until it sat in the correct position on Jake.
Jake was a little surprised and a little more disappointed. He could see the affect he was having on Rynor and he just handed the perfect opportunity to him on a plate. Oh well, I will just have to keep working on it!
"No, this one is too big. It's too loose on the shoulders and it comes too far down your leg. It should only reach mid thigh. Here, try this one and this time, put it on yourself!" Rynor handed Jake a slightly smaller, green tunic. He, now facing Rynor, took of the bigger one, raised his arms holding the tunic in one hand and slipped it over his head. So far so good, he thought. Right, wiggle. He started trying to wiggle it down and it moved a little but then he got an idea. He stuck his shoulders out slightly to block the tunic's movement and started wiggling again, knowing full well the tunic was going nowhere. Then he started jumping around a bit to make it look like he was really trying to get it on.
"Rynor, help. I still can't do it" said Jake, still jumping around on the spot.
"Argh. Alright, stop jumping around and I will help you." But Jake didn't stop jumping. "Jake...Jake could you...JAKE" shouted Rynor. As he did this he grabbed on to Jake to stop him moving so he could help him. "Goodness, you really are like a small child sometimes aren't you. Right, now you have stopped I can give you a hand!" However, quick as a flash, Jake grabbed Rynor and pulled him close, forcing his hands to slide round his body and rest on his cheeks. He then pressed himself up again Rynor so there groins were pushed together and said "Oh I want you to give me a lot more than that." Rynor was shocked and thrilled all at the same time. Here he is pressed up against this gorgeous hunk with his ass in his hands but at the same time he is too young!
"Jake this is wrong. I think you are gorgeous and I think you know that but you are just too young! 16 is too young for me, I'm 22. That is a six year age gap!"
"I know that," replied Jake, "but I don't see why it has to be a problem." That said, he grabbed Rynor's ass and gave it a squeeze which elicited a soft moan and a shudder from him and his lust took over. He leant down and lightly kissed Jake's soft red lips. Now it was Jakes turn to Shudder. If it hadn't been for Rynor holding on to his ass he may have fallen over. Rynor sensed this and clamped on to him with his arms and ass and kissed him again. This time Jake opened his mouth and allowed entry to Rynor's tongue. Immediately it was exploring every crevice and cranny of Jakes mouth until Jake forced it back out and their tongues duelled for supremacy. By this time they were both at full mast and Jake tried to draw Rynor to the bed.
"No Jake, not yet. It's too soon." Jake grabbed Rynor's shaft causing him to jump slightly.
"Your body is sending my very different messages to your mouth, although a second ago your mouth was in the process of agreeing with your body."
"Oh you cheeky little..." Rynor was unable to finish his sentence as Jake had clamped down on his mouth again. After a few minutes Jakes hand started to gently glide up and down Rynor's shaft with a little twist every time he reached the head.
"Oh god that feels good" said Rynor, having broken free from Jake. "Please Jake, you have to stop, we have to take this slowly. I want this to happen more than I can tell you but not now, not yet." He took hold of Jakes hand a removed it from his shaft. He grabbed the bottom of Jake's tunic that was still round his neck and pulled it down to where it should be. "There, perfect fit" he said looking up in to Jakes eyes. The look of disappointment he saw there almost broke his heart but he knew he was doing the right thing. He grabbed Jake up into a big bear hug. "Jake, listen to me. I want it just as much as you do but you have to think about this. I am 6 years older than you AND we are soon to undertake a military coup. What if we were to go further with this and then something was to happen to one of us. And, if we succeed, you will be a King!"
"I don't care about any of that, I just want you!" Jake seemed near to tears. Rynor pulled him towards the bed.
"Oh come now. You have only known me for a day. How can you feel so strongly?" Rynor knew full well when he was saying this that he felt just as strongly for Jake but didn't want him to know that just yet. "Come; lie with me for a while." Rynor lay Jake down on the bed and then spooned in behind him, engulfing the rest of his body with is arms. Jake just lay there revelling in the warmth coming from Rynor and the feeling of his groin pressed against him while Rynor wondered whether it really was possible to fall in love so quickly.
About an hour later Rynor woke up with Jake still in his arms. He was about to get up and leave Jake sleeping for a little while longer when he noticed that he was awake. Rynor kisses his ear and whispered "Hi, how are you?"
"Perfect" purred Jake, "I could stay like this for ever."
"Did you sleep at all?"
"No, I have just been lying here enjoying the feeling of having you pressed against me" replied Jake.
"It is rather enjoyable isn't it? However, we have things we must do. Come on." Rynor sat up with his hand resting on Jakes hip and waited for him to do the same. "First we have to wander round the village for a bit so that people can see you with me and get to know the sight of you."
"Know the sight of me??? You make it sound like I am some kind of ugly monster that they need to become accustomed to!"
"Oh quite the contrary Jake," said Rynor, rubbing his hand along his thigh, "I merely meant that they need to know you have arrived before the messenger does!"
"Ooohhh. Ok, let's go." Jake jumped out of bed, grabbing Rynor's hand from his thigh as he did so, thus pulling him up at the same time. "Where are we going first?"
Authors note: Right, well sorry its another short one but i think that is going to be the norm. As usual i am sorry if you spot any inconsistencies in the story, this is my first real story. All feedback greatly appreciated at magesofcornelia@hotmail.co.uk. many thanks.