He then knelt in the clean hay he had lain over the sticky clay about the well and sluiced the water over first his face and then his body, closing his eyes for the sheer joy of the cold water over his work-heated body, how it ran down his chest and over his abdomen with solid fingers of cool caress. Another slosh and his back was splashed with an abundance of refreshing moisture, this landing like swathes of cloth, not heavy woolen, but delicate gossamer veils like the fine ladies that sometimes frequented the inn wore about their persons and cast at him in a coquettish manner, drap ing it about his cheek as if accidentally, but looking aside at him as they did, with that smirk of missing teeth and the heavy odor of perfume they seemed to choose to replace regular baths.
That distracted his thoughts for a time. These women wanted him, but they would never win him, for they were uniformly of French ancestry and his family was of the Neresterii, the original inhabitants of this country, and to him these women with all their finery were interlopers and leeches on the sweat of his family and kin. The conquering king, Phillippe I, had been wise to choose a Carlovain lady for his wife, and his three successors had each done the same. Phillippe V now held the throne, and with his ancestry now far more Carlovain than French, he had the people's loyalty as well. Would that the other nobles had done the same, instead of continually importing and exporting those filthy French whores in silken gowns that flirted with him, and for the sake of his family's business he had to smile and flirt back....
Another scoop of the water into his face killed the unpleasant memories of the dirty French women, and he lifted up more, his thoughts now running only to the wonderfully refreshing feel of this water, cool despite the hot day from its long dark journey beneath the earth. Another double-handful, this time he lifted it high in his pressed-together palms, to let it splash over the heels of his hands and down onto his face and run over his neck in slow rivulets like a lover's caress, completely down his body. Ooh, that felt good, his body's heat was now subsiding to a tolerable level once again, though the pleasure of the water's touch had stirred another heat in his body. He found the sponge for washing himself with, and soaked it in the tub, then lifted it up and let water fall out of it as it would, into his upturned face, one arm high above his head and the other played over his body.
He looked at his right arm muscle as it moved his hand back and forth, and then paused to flex it, smiled at its ample size, and then squeezed the sponge over the enlarged muscle. Now the sponge, damp only, was brought to play over his body. Daily washings let him use their home-made soap sparingly, for it was stringent stuff, and he mostly plied the sponge as it was, using it to flush the poisons of his labor out of his pores. Done, he again sluiced up water from the tub and then played his hands both over his body, rubbing. Paused, looked at the back door of the inn, noting it was empty and no voices came from within, and then soaked the sponge and stood up. His trousers were easily opened and they were bulky, loose things, it was easy enough to push the loaded sponge down into his groin and scrub there, oh, there! He loved the roughly soft rasp of the sponge between his legs, and then over his thighs, feeling how his thigh muscles were long ellipses running down his body from hip to knee that rippled as he touched them.
His bath was finished, but he lingered, running his hands over his breasts, catching and pinching the nipples for the sheer joy of the delicious pain they gave. He groaned and one hand fished down to capture his manhood and he sighed as it pulsed with turgid life in his hand, filling his eyes with a sharp rapture that outlined every detail around him, painting it with the brush-strokes of dreams.
His hand tweaked his nipple again and again, and in the joy of that nub of bright sensation and the building hot bliss as his organ grew to its full enraged height, his other hand still clutching his nipple, and the two other hands that stroked both his sides and ran up his ribs to his armpits, a delicate touch that excited his senses and...what was this?
He gasped, froze, his body stiff and afraid to move, then he heard the silken, masculine voice in his ear. "Nay, good fellow, be not alarmed. I see your innocent pleasure and would not corrupt it by dint of unwanted attentions from myself. But the way the lights of the sun glistened off the water beaded like pearls on your youthful body." the man paused and drew in a shuddering breath, "And the way your muscles moved in the supple manner of a cat after its prey as your hands pressed over them." Again the hissing of air pulled into desperate lungs, "I thought that mayhaps my own hands may find a welcome here as well. If I am wrong, but say the word and I shall not tarry, but go around to the front of the inn as an honest traveler should."
"If my father should see this...." Andrew gasped out instead of a negative.
"He is in front of the inn as is your mother, if the voices I heard were those of your parents. They will not interrupt us."
The voice was assuredly male, the hands were strong and the breath on his cheek sweet-smelling. No Frenchman this. A fellow member of the Neresterii, then, who had stopped by the inn, for perhaps only a drink, for the inn was close enough to Heslov to make traveling on to that large town, the capital of Carlovain, before nightfall far more attractive than stopping at this early hour. Andrew relaxed slightly and said the greeting of the Neresterii, "You are well-met, my kinsman." The strong hands of his as-yet-unseen companion moved over his chest, Andrew felt the strong frame behind him. This man was taller by him, but not by much, and that brush of hair on his shoulder was undoubtedly a beard. The Neresterii were all hairy, and Andrew daily watched his own body in wonder, for every day more hairs shown in the morning light, white still, but darkening as they grew in number.
Teeth nipped at his left earlobe and Andrew laid his head back as the hands, so softly gentle, found and replaced his own at his organ, the slender fingers wrapped around his shaft and pulled it up and then skinned it back as the teeth pulled, then reached and grabbed another hold on him, worried his ear like a terrier worries a bone. The hands lowered Andrew's pants, which fell easily away and slid about his ankles.
"Ah!" Andrew said softly. "Ah, good sir, your attentions are most welcome. I pray that you will not hesitate to let your body do with me as you will."
The man shifted, the cloak which had pressed against Andrew's back shifted away and Andrew found the sensations which replaced it. A definite touch of hair on his upper back, his lower back, and a hot oval of pressing flesh above his buttocks. This man was nude but for the cloak! "Sir, your clothes. How can this be?" he asked, gasped as the hands now both gripped his pole of manliness and pumped it with hard, even strokes.I was surprised in my bed last night by treachery." the man breathed in his ear. "I barely was able to grab this cloak and make my escape from the French scum who invaded my quarters. I have ridden in the woods between here and Heslov ever since, seeking asylum among the kinsmen of the Neresterii. Have I found it here, though I lack for coins for my lodging? I shall repay you double-fold very soon, I think, for my allies know my plans for escape."
"Verily, sir." Andrew said. "For if you are enemies of the French, then you are friends of my family, for I know you are of the Neresterii." That thought excited him more, the grip of a rebel's hands on his body. "But I would let you stay with me even though you can only repay me with your touch. I shall not even inform my parents of your presence."
"I am glad." the man breathed in his ear. "I find my plight to be...most stimulating. My whole body feels alive, and I hunger as a beast in the field does."
"I shall feed you." Andrew said, abashed. This man was suffering. His needs could wait.
"I hunger for you." the man clarified. He lowered his body at the knees, and Andrew felt that hard rod which had been jutting above his buttocks now slide between his wet legs and nestle his balls, then push above them. "I find my body enslaved with rut. The sight of you only inflamed me the further. I burn." he sighed to Andrew. "I burn."
"Then let us quench our mutual flame." Andrew said, holding his legs together as the man began to hunch back and forth, giving that pulsating man-rod the friction it needed. The stranger licked and nibbled at his back, tasting his flesh.
"Ah, goodman, your body smells and tastes of the earth. Never have I held such as you in Heslov. Oh, I must taste more of you than I can reach here."
"Then let me go and I shall turn around." Andrew said.
"I shall release you, but do not flee from me when you see my face." the stranger said. "I could not bear it." And the hands released, the prod pulled out from his legs.
Andrew turned and saw the face, a regal face that bore a thin beard and mustache, carefully trimmed to a bare half-inch width around his lips and down in twin swooping lines to join the beard at the ridge of the jowls. Such a dainty beard-and-mustache would never be kept by a commoner, for they required a careful toiletry to maintain. The face beneath this affectation of beard was perhaps that of a man of his late thirties. His eyes were blue and clear as the sky, his cheeks taut and flat and unlined from arduous labor. It was well he had a cloak with hood, for this face screamed noble blood from its every pore. "But I must ask you to guard my identity, for I am incognito and fleeing for my life."
"Sir, to guard your identity, I would have to know your identity." Andrew admitted. "My work does not permit me to travel to Heslov and I have seen none of the townsmen save for those who visit our tavern. You are unknown to me, though I see you are of noble birth."
"Unknown, and of noble birth. Then you recognize me not." the man said, and seemed pleased. "For now, it is better so, for I would hold you as a man holds another, no more and no less." He stepped up and that huge rod that had plied between Andrew's legs was now stabbing his navel. But Andrew's own manhood was now touching that hairy body. The man bore a wide, ample chest, strong, with muscles of fluid grace adorning, decorated by the copious hair of his chest that formed a solid sheet down the front of his body, almost uniformly hairy the entire length. Andrew thought of it own scraggly growth in the diamond between his breasts, and grimaced. This was a man's hair he was looking at, he was still a lad despite his recent birthday of majority. He had to admit that he was physically stronger than this man, more muscled. But his body was that of a work-beast formed by labor, this man's was one formed by playful exercise alone.
Those lips, thin and white, reached for his own and Andrew forgot now any questions about this man. He was Neresterii and he was in need as was Andrew, that was sufficient.
Such a kiss Andrew had never had, and indeed never imagined. The sheer lust that poured out of this man into Andrew through those lips, the total liberty they granted, so that Andrew's hands moved freely up to grasp that hairy body and draw it closer to him. He grunted and squirmed his cock against the equally tumescent prong of the stranger.
The man's hands gripped Andrew's buttocks and pulled him tighter still to their groins, and Andrew groaned, feeling his cock spew clear lust against the hairy form that held him in thrall. It burned as it left his body, and it must have burned the man as well, but he only gasped in his turn and rutted the more against Andrew, and Andrew felt the transparent liquid scalding his abdomen as well.
"Ah, sir, enough." Andrew said after a time. "The hay is fresh-laid in our stable, and is but a few steps away. Let us retire there before we burst from our exertions on our feet."
The man's face was flushed, and he agreed. Andrew hiked up his pants quickly and held them with one hand while he followed the cloaked stranger into the barn.
Plenty of stable's stalls had been prepared for the guests who would arrive near sundown. They took the first one available and the stranger cast aside his cloak and laid it out for a blanket for them, showing Andrew his equally hairy back, and Andrew let his trousers fall, as the stranger sat then lay down upon the cloak, holding up his arms to greet Andrew as he knelt down to lay atop him.
Again their bodies ground together, their grunts of need inflaming the air about them.
"Ah, young man, your need is great as is mine." the stranger sighed at last. "But I must now ask you what you know of lovemaking before I do you any injury."
Andrew flushed. "I am yet unknown to these pleasures, save alone. But I would learn all from you as quickly as you will teach me."
"I will tarry and teach you all this night." the stranger replied. "But for now, you will take your pleasure with me and give me pleasure in return." And the man's legs, hairy brushstrokes on Andrew's thighs, reached around him. "But rub a bit of your mouth's water onto your manhood to ease the path for me, as I shall also do."
Andrew did as he said, hawked and spit into his palm, the stranger doing the same, and their two hands plied over Andrew's rod until they had coated it and it felt slimy and sticky in Andrew's hand.
"Now, goodman, take me for your first pleasures, and I am grateful for the privilege." the stranger said, bringing his legs up to close over Andrew's back, the heels touching Andrew's buttocks.
"I shall be gentle as I may." Andrew said as he pushed his cock into the warm embrace of hair-encrusted flesh, finding the entrance hot as the steam from a cauldron on the fire. "Pray warn me when I go astray."
"Pah!" the stranger said and used his heels to shove Andrew into that seething cauldron, and Andrew found himself deeply imbedded in the stranger's body. "All my life have people been gentle with me. I crave the feel of roughness. Give me roughness, and you shall be my first in this. I am a man as are you and not made of foolscap. You say gentle, I say rip me wide if you can and I shall beg you for more!"
Andrew needed no further bidding from this nobleman, for his blood was pounding in his ears, drowning his brain in red haze, and these words removed the last barricade, he forgot about any finesse he should use and simply let his body do as it would, and it chose to plunge-fuck with rapid strokes into the hot male body squirming beneath his own.
"Ah, ah, yes, young man, that is the way I have always wished." the stranger moaned. "To be taken, taken utterly in this. Ravish me completely, I beg you, sir, pray, ravish me utterly."
Andrew was beyond words, his world was embroiled in the sensations that rushed through his eyes and roared in his ears and assailed his nostrils and soaked his mouth until he had to swallow to prevent himself from literally drooling on this compliant stranger, he shifted and got the weight of the man's lower body onto his own legs, and that let him drill in deeper, he clutched the legs that now stood straight up on either side of him and wrapped them in his arms and held them steady for they were flailing about as the stranger palped his own rod in a frenzy, not stroking, but an odd pulsing motion of his hand which nonetheless moved the foreskin back and forth over the glans slightly and seemed to give the man enormous pleasure.
"Uh, uh!" Andrew groaned as his body shifted into a higher tempo, now he was moving in a fury of mindless lust, his brain was boiling inside his skull from the heat, his eyes barely could focus on the man beneath him, and the feelings that raced through his body became all his world.
The man was thrashing now beneath him, groaning alarmingly and Andrew wondered briefly if he was being too rough, but then the man almost yelled and white shots of sperm flew from his cock to douse his chest and face with astonishingly thick clumps of jism.
The climax, too, caused the man's anus to clamp onto Andrew, he was squeezed tightly in his thrusts so that he could not have withdrawn had he wished, he was reduced to slight back-and-forth movements in the clenched interior, and that, too, was good, more than good, his body was screaming for release and he gave it its head like a half-broken stallion he was riding, and his cock swelled to become enormous in its importance in his body's sensations, and then the swelling burst of a sudden, his cock returned to its prior size and he was a drowning swimmer in the ocean of his orgasm, he felt his cock squirting into this man like the mother of all releases, harder and faster than his own hand could have managed to give him, it was like his very insides were pouring out of his body into this man, he was being drained of his very soul!
Done, his body emptied and hollow-feeling, and he lay down upon the stranger, a last vestige of decency preventing him from crashing down with his entire weight, resting instead on his elbows.
Those lips reached for him again and now Andrew kissed him not with passion but with gratitude. "Oh, sir, thank you." he sighed when that kiss was done. "Such a gift you have given me now, that I could never repay."
"Give me yourself this night, and I shall be more than repaid." the man said. "That and the hospitality of your own room."
"Yes, of course." Andrew said, brought back to reality.
He started to get up, but the man grasped him. "In a short while." the stranger clarified and kissed him again. Andrew smiled, and now he did lay down upon the man entirely. The better to let their bodies blend together into one.