Date: Sun, 31 Oct 2010 13:07:08 -0400
From: Blonde Mountaineer <blondeallover@hotmail.com>
Subject: Floin's Adventures of the Flesh Ch. 05

		  Floin's Adventures of the Flesh Ch. 05

		       by blondeallover@hotmait.com

This is another chapter of a novella set in an historical back drop where
societal standards about nudity and sex were very different from our own.
All the usual disclaimers apply.

It was one of those damp cold dreary evenings that Britons know to be so
frequent in their early winter, when Floin was escorted from training
camp common barracks to the Spartan but warm hut of the training
commander. He had been complimented well for so quickly taking to the
soldierly arts. He hoped that this would be the night that he would be
paired off with a brusque experienced soldier to be mated with until one
or the other was killed in battle.

He was fascinated with the commander, for he was a color of dark
burnished ebony or mahogany. He was probably a little shorter than was
customary among soldiers, but with muscles and stretched limbs, tight
with bristling energy. His comrades related that their leader hailed from
a Numidian tribe of Africa who had been loyal to Hannibal in the Punic
Wars of hundreds of years earlier. After the defeat of the Carthageneans,
they vowed that they and their descendants would always come to the aid
of peoples anywhere who resisted the heavy yoke of Roman oppression. This
exotic foreigner was evidently greatly skilled and would order his
student inferiors in a thick accent, words often interspersed with Latin
and other unknown languages.

In fact, Floin took an interest in many of the other soldiers in
encampment ~ interests and attractions that were unknown to him until
that remarkable night at the famous stone circle only weeks earlier. It
pleased him to catch brief sight of the exposed buttocks, lingums, and
stones of his colleagues as they bathed briefly in the frigid waters of
the nearby creeks and rivers. Some would wink back at him, knowing of the
profoundly magical and transformative ritual that switched Floin to
prefer men in pursuits of fleshly pleasure.

Instead of introductions in the company of a small party, Floin was
astonished to enter through the low opening and stand to be greeted by
the commander alone, not wearing a stitch of any garb. It was a very
pleasing image for him although soon he learned that it would not be the
company commander with whom he would be paired. "Welcome my novice friend
and warm yourself by the fire." The commander was seated smiling in his
chair by the fire that burned in the center of his hut. "No doubt you are
perplexed by my nakedness. Sit by the fire and learn of my intentions for
you, and my privileges as your commander." Floin crouched by the hearth.

"I will soon introduce you to a fine soldier and veteran of past
conflicts. You will be his wife, but he will also provide you personal
instruction for the field of battle. But as part of my agreements of
training command with the fighting Britons, I can choose which soldiers
to couple with and what women who live in near villages who suit my
fancy. " The naked dark man winked and continued a beaming grin. "I have
chosen to sample you before I pair you off to a mate. No one, man or
woman, has yet complained of my exploits to date. You Britons enjoy your
pleasures of the flesh unreservedly. I can see you do novice, with your
eyes so intent on my lingum." The naked camp commander opened his legs
and thrust his seat forward some in his chair to better expose his well
formed man parts. Floin understood the gesture and eagerly placed himself
seated on the floor facing the naked man, to intimately acquaint himself
with the pursuit of such available flesh in such ways for the first time.
With exploring fingers and hands he was able to arouse the exposed lingum
to a proud raging horn in seconds. He was enervated by the pulsing heat
of the living sasparilla root that twitched and flinched in his grasp.

His own horn throbbed with fervent desires in his soldier's garment. He
licked and suckled about the horn's meaty texture,so firm in the long
shaft, and more tender at the large head. With the salty ointment that
leaked from the man slit, its saucy flavor compared favorably to the
swelling lips of Gwyneth's yoni. He was astonished that it had taken to
this late time in his youth before he would appreciate such a magical
delight, one that he would hunger for increasingly in future days.

The lean naked man moaned his approval of Floin's attentions and
intermittently gently direct Floin's head down to be attentive with
flicking tongue of the impressive walnuts that hung so langorously from
his fulsome man sac. "Oh, my eager suckling friend, I know that in your
vigors you would wish to taste my seed in my climax, but I would choose
to enter you and sample your man yoni while my loins are still hot with
lust. Remove your soldier's garment and lie back on my sleeping satchel,
naked and available for my advances."

Floin was eager to comply. It pleased him to be watched as he stepped
from his garment to reveal himself in his natural state, his own
impressive horn swaggering with desire. At the intensely pleasurable
suggestion of the moment, his "yearning cunt" squirmed with the need to
be prodded open by insistent man flesh as he reclined and lay back on the
satchel. He savored the moment when his now very personal but empty
vessel would be filled and pumped by another's heated man flesh , for the
first time since that night of great ritual at Stonehenge just weeks
before. He threw up his legs and held them at the back of his knees so
that his backside pucker was open and available in bawdy invitation.

The still seated man beamed and laughed at the gesture of such willing
lascivious contact. "You prove my point that you Britons are always eager
and ready in your engagements of flesh and pleasure." In truth, he found
Floin's form to be very exciting. He relished the idea of rubbing against
this young soldier's obviously toned flesh and the abundance of hairs
that sprung from his chest and mid-section. Those hairs that sprung in a
circle around his deep-set navel and led in a narrow trail to plunge into
a mature thicket of man bush sprouting even from the base of a thick
proud horn, were so sensually pleasing to look at, he became giddy with
desire.

The dark commander stood to lay himself on top of the white skinned
soldier at his disposal, to feel the warmth and glow of his firm body and
embrace him for a deep kiss. This was an art of magic for which Floin was
well versed. He knew how to move his lips and tongue to affect the
greatest pleasure. The kisses spread to necks, shoulders, chests, and
nipples. Embracing hands explored thighs, firm buttocks and man parts.
They found themselves with Floin's legs raised and his posterior up and
available once again. The dark man covered the length of his horn with
spittle and tickled Floin's squirning pucker with more yet. At last,
Floin felt the pressure against his most intimate portal and felt the
slightly cramping but nonetheless exquisite sensation of his backside
tunnel have to stretch and open to grip the meaty heated horn advancing
to its hilt up into needful bowels and visceral vitals beyond.
Immediately the dark man who hovered over him began to stroke and Floin
swooned to be pummeled so in the fitful ravishing. He unabashedly groaned
and yelped his pleasure with the sharp impacts of each forward stroke.
The commander moaned with the delight of the firm grip of moist spasming
man yoni against his hungering horn.

Floin was completely naked, helpless, and vulnerable to his superior's
fierce lusts and yet he never felt so alive, never so bathed in the
spirit of the gods and spirits as he was to that point. Floin was
wrestled about without ever being completely detached from his pursuer.
His legs were shuffled about and sometimes he was on his back, sometimes
supine on his side, and sometimes facing down. Finally, while on his back
and posterior raised, his partner in pursuit kneeling while pumping him,
picked up the pace with great fierceness. and grabbed Floin's horn with
one hand to stroke with a firm grasp. He could feel the heat and tension
build quickly in his stones, loins and the root of his horn, and yet his
partner was reaming him to the point where he thought his insides would
tear open. He could not help himself. He felt eruption of his loins and a
blast of wet seed burst through the length of his horn and heatedly shoot
from its small but flexed opening. Beyond his own scream of pleasure he
heard his partner yell out the conviction of his own climax and Floin
felt the flood of a great increment of wet seed squirt deep into his
vitals. Surely this was the most splendid association between men ever
devised by the gods. Floin silently offered a short prayer of fervent
thankfulness for the inclination and opportunity to participate. The
groans of passion abated and the two naked men of rugged build settled to
heavy breathing, warm embraces, and intimate appreciative kisses.

Finally Floin's superior in training spoke. "You are very excelled in the
arts of coupling, Floin of the east. I see that the priest at Stonehenge
worked his magic on you very well. I would take you for my wife myself,
but there is a soldier who is more deserving than I who is in need of one
to fulfill her wifely duties." This time the commander smiled to himself.
"Besides, there is a young lieutenant of mine who has fallen in love with
a prostitute in one of the nearby villages. His wife has relied on me to
fill the void of a husband's coldness and she would be very jealous if I
were take on a handsome soldier for a wife of my own."

Floin switched to a more serious topic. "Why would I have to be the wife
in this arrangement of men as a couple?"

The commander smiled in relaxation by a question he thought was
unnecessary. "The deserving soldier is always awarded with another to
serve as his wife. Their bonds of loyalty have always proved to be a
valued fighting force for the regiments and communities."

"But why not live together in love, friendship, and loyalty to our
regiment and all tribes people as equals?" Floin secretly would have been
happy to take on the role of wife, at least in the affairs of the flesh.
He would relish the notion of always being the one to suckle his
partner's horn and have his back side yoni always available for
penetration by the other soldier's hungering horn. But he was
intelligently sensitive to the politics of the arrangement. It would not
suit his rank and standing as a soldier to be acknowledged so. If it was
appreciated that he was an equal in a loving pair, he might advance in
his career.

"Hee hee". The commander let out a high pitched giggle. "You certainly
learned some funny ideas at that academy you attended. Well, that would
have to be an arrangement that was agreeable between the mate I award you
to and yourself. There would be nothing I could do to advance that
strange notion of yours."

They both became aroused again by intimate and familiar caresses
unrestricted in their applications. This time, Floin crouched over the
dark man to maneuver his horn into his tight passage and skillfully wrest
another portion of seed by seated motions.

As Floin dressed to return to his barracks that night, the commander told
him he would be ordered to report to his new partner's hut within a day
or two.

****************

It was a cold moonless night when Floin gathered his meager gear and
headed off in the general direction of the hut that he was told would be
his new home. The new partner he was assigned to meet him part way.

"Floin?"

"Aye! It is I."

"Follow me."

Floin bent low after his host into another warm comfortable appearing hut
with a blazing fire in the middle from which the smoke escaped through an
open hole at the top as was customary. "Welcome to your new home. I am
Cael of Cornwall. The appearance of the one who has been assigned to be
my new wife pleases me. You have a good form."

"As do you." Floin could hardly conceal his admiration. His host was
shorter than most , bright red hair of shorter length, pale blue eyes,
but with broad shoulders and short muscled arms, wide hands, muscles
bulged on his legs even bigger than about his torso.

"Well if you are to be my wife, I should inspect you closely. Remove your
coat and all your garments."

Again, Floin was so excited by the adventure of exhibiting himself in
complete vulnerability to a fearsome and fierce soldier that he knew that
his lingum would be stretched out to a straining horn by the time he was
shorn naked of any means to defend himself.

As Floin undressed, Cael related that as part of a small contingent of
Celtic soldiers in custody of the Romans as part of the truce, he had
been reported that his first wife had been killed in a training accident.
But it had been rumored that when Romans had found male consorts among
the contingents, they had gang raped and tortured them. This is what he
believed was the cruel cause of his partner's untimely demise. Cael
seethed with the need for revenge. Cael smiled when Floin was bereft of
all covering. "Oh I see they have selected well. I see with the twitches
of your damp and bulging horn, you are as agreeably excited by this
arrangement as I am." He signaled Floin to raise his arms and flail his
limbs about in a gleeful dance so that he could see how his muscles and
ligaments moved and stirred about the flesh of the body.

"All very nice, indeed. Now my friend, bend over that I may acquaint
myself with the hole from which we will couple." Floin did as he was
told. He felt his new partner with unabashed familiarity grope his round
firm buttocks and spread them open to expose his flexing pucker. He
became giddy with excitement when he felt wet fingers explore thereabouts
and even breech the tiny entry. "Oh I feel the strong grip in those parts
that will clench my fat horn with many pleasures. It has been so long
since I have coupled, help me remove all my garments. I have need to
avail you of your wifely duties right away."

As Floin fumbled to unfasten and strip away clothes for the desired
nudity of his new partner, he planted his lips for magic kisses to the
shorter but broad man. Cael moaned his approval and grabbed his new
spouse with a bear hug. He later related to Floin that other soldiers
when bathing at river's edge would call him "Cael Bear" for his bearing
and the coat of soft red hair about much of his form. There was nothing
in Cael's nudity that disappointed Floin. His horn was short but brutish
in its thickness, like a short ham bone with succulent hot meat all
about. Again, Floin's hind yoni was triggered to squirm for needful
contact and opening by the man part that would be such an important focus
of their passionate affections.

It was as if the spirits of passionate love passed the same intuition to
both naked men in their bawdy maneuverings. Floin instinctively bent over
with posterior raised to accentuate the availability of his yoni. After
wetting both his horn and the pucker of his new conquest with copious
amounts of spittle, Cael plunged his throbbing fat horn into the firm
grip of Floin's twitching portal of loving bonds, much to the great
satisfaction of new lovers. The powerful standing man thrilled to the
heat that surged through his loins in a sustained heated rapturous
climax, forced flows of great increments of his wet seed deep into
Floin's receptive viscera. They slept together that night, two soldiers
of rugged manly form, in warm naked embrace under broad animal skins.
Despite the cold nights that frosted snow bound Britain that winter,
these two soldiers warmed each other intermingled in such loving lust and
slumber.

Mostly Floin would lie in a spread out and availing wifely supine manner
to receive the form of his pulsating needful naked lover, but later they
would experiment in the manner they would position themselves both for
the ravishing of Floin, but also that he may suckle his master's horn to
prompt seed of an earthy and fecund flavor. It was all a very loving and
passionate adventure, but Floin knew he had to diversify the relationship
that he would no longer be the wife, but relate to Cael in the flesh as
equals.

"You would have me switch to be taken and pummeled as a wife?" Cael's
tone was one of more astonishment than offense. "Do I not allow you the
need for release from your scalding loins as I ravish your yearning
hole?"

"Your physical attentions to me enthrall me with excitements perhaps
unknown to the gods. But I am just suggesting we switch off our
situations in activity of male and female from time-to-time, such that
neither of us is 'wife', but devoted lovers in all respects and standing.
You often compliment me for the breadth, length, and general form of my
man's horn. I can show you what magical pleasures it can bring you, even
though you have never been used to succumbing to one's spells."

Cael had grown to trust the loyalty of Floin implicitly. He had become
convinced of an unbreakable bond between them. He responded in thinking
that his new love was still given to a reckless liberality in the
pursuits of youth. "You never completed your obligations to your academy
for expertise in such affairs. How could I be confident that you could
affect my lusts in this way that it could bring continued bliss and
happiness between us? Even if my heart and flesh were desirous, I am a
soldier of reputation and could never consent to be another man's consort
for reception."

"You told me your last wife was accomplished in soldiery and others here
have spoken to me of his good reputation. I am not at all asking that you
become a consort to me as wife, but only as receptive lover in the
occasional female manner. It is true I am not an experienced practitioner
of such healing and magic, but I know enough to be a good judge of others
who are."

The loving soldiers spoke no more of the matter for many days, but in
their activities of heated intimacy, Cael became secretly curious as to
the experience of having all the bawdy and lascivious things done to him
with Floin's appealing and meaty horn, that he afflicts on Floin.

****************

During a spring like break in the winter weather, word came back to the
camp that small contingents of Roman soldiers had raided undefended
villages in Cornwall, Cael's lands. Spies had arrived at camp to inform
on the location of the Roman encampments bent on terrorizing the
inhabitants thereabouts for their refusal to work in the tin mines. The
commander met with Cael and other lieutenants to plan on an expedition to
disperse the small encampments.

A party of about 4 score men were deployed in the effort in hopes of
fulfilling their mission before the return of wintry climes. They
trundled quickly south, avoiding all best known roads and trails and
stuck to single file along paths adjacent to field stone walls. Cael and
other men of Cornwall knew the roads there and the party of soldiering
Britons advanced stealthily from camp to camp. Scouts moved quickly and
the word among the many surviving villages spread that all individual
Romans at market and on the roads could be killed or disarmed. For months
thereafter Romans lost supervision of the mines. Most of them were killed
but prisoners were handed over to the villagers. There, surviving
captives would be brutalized in a public spectacle. They would be
stripped naked, bound, and gagged and the women had the freedom to beat
each one with switches about his thighs, buttocks, and man parts. A
priestess would then invoke blessing from the war gods before castrating
each one. Allowed to rest for a month for their wounds to heal, they
would be pressed to service on behalf of the communities or sold into
slavery, outfitted only in ill-fitting gowns of sackcloth.

The soldiers while resting for a few days to provision for the march
north back to camp and warm hut, Floin made inquiries among the locals
and arranged to meet with a priest from the Druid alters of Truro, of
impeccable reputation but also disposed to attraction to other men in the
affairs of the flesh. He assured both Floin and Cael that he could
arrange all the best potions and spells that in the bonds of love between
the two men that Cael would be eager to receive Floin's advances in a
female manner. But he also advised that in view of impending difficult
times for Celtic peoples everywhere, they should endeavor to seek out a
fertile concubine in triune intimacy, that she may bear them children
skilled in the ways to advance the fortunes of their people for
posterity.
**************

The spells and potions had their sensual effect on besotted Cael. The
cold of winter returned on their march back to the camp. He would huddle
shivering against Floin and whisper hot-blooded endearments into his ear.
"I am ready for you my love. I am in need of your long thick man horn,
that it will stuff and pummel my virginal yoni to wrest your seed deep
into my innards. You have fought well and now it is my desire that you be
rewarded with my willful deflowering."

Upon arrival and final orders at camp, the two lovers returned to their
hut and stripped each other to nudity before even lighting the new fire.
They laughed and danced about, rubbing their hands and arms about their
naked selves and each other until the snapping logs warmed the hut
sufficiently. It was then that Cael eagerly submitted his deflowering to
skillful Floin. It would not be the first time that this initiate in the
thrilling role of new seemingly unrequited lustful pleasures seduce his
partner for sessions of his deepest personal and frictious penetration.
Floin felt a grasping moist grip to his manhood at least as satisfying as
any he had ever had with Erwynn and Gwyneth. Many was the night that they
would set themselves supine, head to man parts and savor the rich flavors
of each others' puckers, stones, and horns, percolating deep from within
their loins warm seed that would explode fresh from twitching horns for
their feasting delectation. The gods and spirits knew they were lovers in
every respect now ~ from intimate acquaintance with every inch of each
others' bodies from head to toe, from every wistful affection in love to
the glad-hearted spirit of each other.

After the equinox and the onset of the spring of the late winter, the
camp commander and local tribal elders granted Cael and Floin their
request of a comely woman servant. They were rewarded for their valuable
service in defeat of the enemy at Cornwall. She had been captured from
the Romans but was not of the islands or even the continent, but from the
exotic east from the great sea. She would be devoted to her new masters
and be deeply touched by the affectionate love and devotion they shared,
especially within the confines of the small hut. But such recountings are
for the next and final chapter of Floin's lively adventures in lust,
love, and affairs of the flesh.


To the readers:  Ihope you are enjoying this story. Comments and critique
are welcome and encouraged.
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