From: an232899@anon.penet.fi Reply-To: an232899@anon.penet.fi Date: Mon, 3 Apr 1995 07:39:15 UTC Subject: Tales of Trevor 1 (pedo. m/b) This is a story with sexual content involving a young boy and a grown man. If this ain't your cup'a tea, I'd hop out if I were you. And you kids out there in areas where you aren't supposed to know about this sort of thing, well, you really ought to sign out now as well! Hey, I mean it!! Everyone else, enjoy. Tales of Trevor 1 by Ricky 1. Trevor Meets Konnur The boy's eyes scanned the boisterous insides of the tavern, quickly finding the object of his search. His sandaled feet deftly darted him past the obstacles made by carousing men. The hour was late and the Crimson Hawk was filled to capacity with revelers spilling out onto the streets. New shipments of wine had just arrived today in Seneshroud, and the townsmen, local militia, and mercenary company under Lord Willingham's employ were all determined to have their share. This meant nothing to Trevor, only that he had to dodge quite a few more drunken oafs than usual. His interest was in the lone warrior he'd seen enter the city and who now sat at a small table in the corner, sipping his ale in quiet. Clearly a sell sword, come to the city to gain fortune under Willingham's banner, but Trevor suspected more. Men such as this were rare yet he'd seen the like in two who had served his father. Men of fire and iron, whose strength was beyond normal ken; men whose loyalty once earned was etched in stone; indeed, the sort of man who feared nothing and would risk all for the right price. As Trevor stepped closer he took in the majesty of the swordsman. He was taller than any other here save for that ugly, brute of a Koskian by the entrance who stood near seven feet tall and was nearly as wide. He was from the northern lands but the lad couldn't quite place his nationality, his lessons in geography hadn't carried him that far. His muscles were firm and pronounced, chiseled as a master artisan would from the finest marble. His hair was dark and long, flowing past his shoulders, and his eyes were stern and penetrating. He wore a leather vest and breech garment and the boots on his feet; preferring the sort of garb that most wore in this hot and humid climate. On him, Trevor thought, it looked spectacular. His presence was augmented by the heavy copper bracers he wore on his forearms, and the long sword that was clasped to the thick belt about his waist. The cloak he had worn into the city had been cast aside for now. "Well met stranger, welcome to Seneshroud," offered Trevor as he found his way before the small table. Perhaps though it was for too long a moment that the boy's eyes lingered at the thick outline made by the snug leather around the man's loins before extending his greeting. The Northerner took Trevor in at a glance before returning to his drink, shaking his head as from some private joke. The lad cleared his throat to speak again but was quickly rebuffed. "I've no desire for a lad that would snap in two under me! Ply your trade elsewhere and return when you've more meat on your bones." The ale was finished and the warrior rose as he spoke. He stretched to his full size, as a great cat from a slight slumber, and picked up his few items. Trevor's soft features worked from shocked surprise to a smoldering rage. "How dare you," hissed the boy, his hand shooting out and clutching at the man's wrist. "You think you can insult me and dismiss me in a single phrase?!" The Northerner would have surely admitted that Trevor had quite a grip if he were in the mood to notice such things. As it was he simply slammed the boy's arm onto the table, freeing himself from the annoyance. He cast one last disparaging look at Trevor's scant attire as if in final evidence and then turned to the stairway and the upper chambers where he'd purchased a room for the evening. The boy inadvertently looked down at himself and perhaps saw the stranger's point. Other than his sandals and the short cape tied around his neck that hung no further than his waist, he wore nothing but the merest of loin clothes, a slight triangle of soft, clingy doeskin about his front and back. It was held in place by a thin leather strap and did naught but accentuate the proof of his youthful masculinity. Alright then, he did look something comparable to a boy-whore but he'd not been comfortable in real clothes for months, and particularly not in this heated region. Besides, didn't the sword slung over his shoulders, the sheathed dagger tied to his waist and right calf, or the quarter staff in his hand count for anything? Apparently not as he realized again that he was well under five feet in height, with a body that, while well-proportioned and toned, was still smooth, slender and soft looking. Still, he had plans for the Northerner and rejection was not a part of them. As he began to move towards the stairwell though, his body was suddenly lifted up and pulled back. He'd not been paying attention and he was now slammed firmly on another round table by a leering, lecherous, drunken soldier. One of the man's friends quickly placed his hands on the boy's shoulders, holding him down while the first pushed against the lad's chest. With his other hand the man stroked and squeezed Trevor's soft penis through the thin garment. "Here boy, no need to be throwin' yourself at one who's not wantin' what ya gots to offer. Me and mine'll show ya a real time!" The repulsive soldier's hand went to Trevor's face and held him still, while with his other hand he continued to grope. Suddenly he grasped tightly at the boy's testicles, causing him to wince in pain. He leaned in so close to the lad that the boy struggled to turn away from the fetid breath of the drunkard. Cheers and laughter began to roar out from that entire section of the tavern, and there were many calls for the removal of Trevor's clearly bothersome brief so that the rough party could begin in earnest. The soldier smiled with real cruelty as he said, "Looks like you'll be gettin' your fill tonight, laddie!" He shifted his weight to bring his hand up to Trevor's waist strap and in all the days to come he found he was wholly incapable of remembering what happened next. The boy's right hand, which had never let go of his staff, jerked upward, striking the length of the pole solidly against the excited contents of his attacker's loin cloth. The soldier wrenched himself off Trevor and fell to the floor. His friend behind the table had lost his own grip in surprise and was quickly grabbed. Sitting up now, Trevor's slender arms held his second antagonist clear over his head for a moment before slamming him down onto the first. Considering his predicament he did not bother to appreciate his handiwork but quickly took up his staff again and leapt to his feet. Two other men made a lunge for him but he performed a sudden twist and flew upward, somersaulting in the air and landing atop another table. His motion nearly caused the small furnishing to upend spilling the drinks of several unsavory gentlemen. Trevor laughed briefly at them before his long, bare legs propelled him to other tables as he spun and slashed out with his quarter staff, striking here and there, enraging as many of the revelers as possible but leaving them no one but each other to vent their wrath. They got the idea; by the time he'd reached the main counter, the whole place was in a free-for-all. Breathing heavily from the exertion, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and allowed himself a moment to sit atop the bar and enjoy the spectacle. Someone had left an ale unattended and he quickly downed it feeling a rush of giddiness within him which spilled out as a pleasant laughter. Glancing about and grinning mischievously, he spied the Northerner looking down amusedly from the walkway of the upper floor. He finally noticed Trevor watching him and smiled down which caused the boy to raise his empty tankard as in salute and then spread his arms out as if in offering. The lad had read somewhere that Northerners like nothing better than a brawl. It seems much of his education has proven less than worthwhile though for the stranger merely shook his head softly and smiled one last time before his powerful frame strode out of view towards his chamber. Paying no heed to the two men that were advancing on him Trevor stood up bounded across the few remaining tables and onto the stairway. His legs propelled him upwards as he heard the unmistakable sounds of the local militia, come to clean up this sordid, drunken affair. The din of the main floor made the quiet of the upper chamber an unearthly sound. The headiness of the drink he'd just quaffed rendered the noises below as a dim echo and his eyes had a sudden difficulty in focusing. He staggered slightly then found his feet again and stepped forward. There was only one room with a door left slightly ajar and he pushed it open. The room was sparsely furnished with a single bed, one chair, and a small table and basin. On the bed sat the stranger, his massive body was stripped down to the well-filled breech cloth. Trevor walked in and closed and latched the door behind him. He stretched his arms languidly and then worked the cord and straps that wound about his neck and under one arm to free his cape and sword. Picking them up he carried them to the other side of the bed and placed them on the floor along with his staff and the sheathed dagger whose ties he'd loosened and removed. Now all but naked, he then plopped himself heavily on the bed, bouncing once. He hummed a little tune as he playfully flicked his sandals from his feet. Then he stretched out again with his slim arms and legs and waited, smacking his lips twice. "Lad, I admire your apparent skill and your obvious courage; but you're still quite a bit small for me. If you need a place to spend the evening, and it's apparent you do, then I'm willing to share my bed. But it ends there!" All this was spoken while the stranger's back was to the boy; as he finished he slowly turned and gripped the blanket, giving it a sudden jerk and spilling Trevor onto the floor. "Now get off the covers!" The boy did not immediately raise himself. "What's your name?" he inquired while still lying prone. "Konnur," spoke the man. "I come from Genstal, far to the north, where boys your age know better than to seek the bed of a tried warrior. How young are you anyway, lads seem smaller in the lowlands." "Hmmm, don't worry about that. My name's Trevor by the way , it's a pleasure to meet you." His right hand rose above the bed as in greeting and Konnur took it. "Help me up?" The strong, sinewy arm pulled back, bringing Trevor with it. The lad flung a leg over the bedside and the rest of him quickly followed. He then spread himself on his side, raising one supple leg upward and then bending it, gracefully, at the knee to plant the foot firmly on the bed. He wet his lips once and began to speak in a very reasonable tone. "Now I understand, Konnur, that where you come from maybe an untried youth is considered beneath your notice. But I handled things quite nicely down below, you have to admit, and believe me I've had opportunity to learn and use those weapons on the floor. And besides, don't you find me just a wee bit attractive?" As Konnur looked at him it would have been hopeless to try to deny it. The boy's evenly tanned body had all the beauty and grace of tender youth. Perhaps he was twelve years old, but probably not even that. His legs and arms were smooth but firm to the touch as his hand moved out of its own volition. He stroked the lad's chest and felt the young muscle beneath him. His face was soft and rounded with delicate features that would not be unbecoming on a girl but were all the more precious as a boy. His hair was long and dark and untidy as he spread it off the lad's forehead. Soon he was completely over the youth, his hands caressing all about the slender frame. He paused most frequently at the tiny, bikini brief, enjoying the feel of a young boy's soft penis beneath the thin cloth. It pleased him that his ministrations were obviously pleasing by the gradual stiffening of the child's sex. Trevor's left hand had reached down and deftly drawn the knot that held his waist cord in place so that when Konnur's hand swept down again, it took the little doeskin slip with it. The boy's mouth opened slightly as his small but erect penis was held in the strong hand. The Northerner worked the lad gently, stroking the thin, dagger-like shaft up to the soft head and down to the smooth, tender, balls. Konnur played with him generously. The lad quivered, this was attention like he'd not received before. He felt his testicles fondled through his hairless sac and felt the thick fluids flowing within. His excitement built as the full four and a half inches of his penis were drawn up and loved. A special thrill shot through him as Konnur's tongue licked out and caressed his foreskin. Suddenly Trevor tilted his head back and brought his hands up to his head. His whole body stiffened and became absorbed in one purpose but Konnur held the moment out, denying briefly that last ecstasy before finally releasing the lad. Trevor moaned as his throbbing erection pushed out cum onto his bare waist. He took breath in sudden gasps as he experienced the longest and best climax of his brief career. As he finished, Konnur stroked him a few more times and with his other hand, petted the lad's hair back again from over his eyes. Then he stood up, intent on reaching for the rag that lay by the water basin across the room. But Trevor reached out and stopped him. "We're not finished yet, " he said. Konnur allowed the lad's hands to turn him around and remove the loin cloth that was still uncomfortably about his waist. The lad was now sitting up on the bed and at the sight of the North Man's bountiful penis he plunged his mouth around it. On the first dive, the lad moistened it, though the tip was rather damp already. On the second he drove down the shaft, licking it all around; and on the third he took it deep into his throat. He held the thick piece of meat there for a while, working his tongue all over it. He pulled back then, clearing his throat briefly before making several more quick motions with his mouth. Konnur climbed back onto the bed, striding over the boy and pushing his back against the wall. Holding the beautiful head in his hands and stroking Trevor's hair he thrust his beefy dick deep into the boy's mouth, causing him to choke. He pulled back and thrust again, and again. Konnur gave Trevor a severe face-fucking, driving his hot tool over and over into the lad's throat. The youth's mouth was opened wide to accommodate the burly flesh. Finally Trevor began to gurgle and brought his hands up, attempting to push Konnur away. Showing incredible grace for this rude age, Konnur pulled out as he'd been expecting this reaction. Thus he was unprepared to hear a breathless Trevor say, "Alright...I think we're both ready. Let's really do it!" "Now boy...don't be getting me worked up into something you don't want me doing..." But before Konnur could finish his protestations, Trevor had slipped down on the bed and rolled over. To the swordsman's astonished eyes, the lad raised his firm, round buttocks up by drawing back his knees and bending them while also spreading his legs. Involuntarily, Konnur's hands began to caress and squeeze the smooth, yielding flesh of the boy's butt. His fingers traced the tan-line from the boy's scant brief, following the arrow of pale, white flesh. There they remained poised, trembling slightly from their eagerness. "Trevor, I don't want to hurt you," he softly spoke. "Then don't hurt me if you'd rather not, or hurt me if you really do want to! Just do something!" Trevor's voice was high pitched and irritated, cracking several times. He knew where the fingers were, he knew where he wanted them. He was all moist and ready. Finally, Konnur made the first probe and the lad felt a thrill run through him. He gnashed his head into the mattress as the second knuckle passed into his anus. This was soon followed by a second finger and together they crawled further into the boy. Trevor put his fist into his mouth and bit sharply, it would not do for him to show any sign of weakness. The moments passed as Konnur continued to prepare the brave youngster for what was to come. The certain breathing and moaning of a boy in obvious pleasure soon become too much for Konnur. He drew his fingers out and placed that hand firmly at the boy's waist, bracing him. He then took his mighty shaft in hand and guided it do the small crack of the lad's hole. He was long past caring about age and size and did not notice as Trevor looked behind himself at what was approaching with a mixed expression of fear and anticipation. The head of his huge penis pressed against the tiny gateway and he started to push. Slowly the lad's flesh began to yield and the full helmet of Konnur's erection began to creep into him. Trevor's head tilted back from the ever-increasing pressure, electricity shot through him and his sphincter muscle desperately began to push against the gradual intrusion. Konnur applied more force, determined now to enter the boy's small butthole. The lad's legs shifted in a constant and desperate struggle to stand his ground. His small body writhed slightly and he emitted soft whimpers. The solid, round head of Konnur's erection seemed unable to find further purchase but the man would not be denied. Grunting savagely, he steeled himself and gave a forceful push. Trevor could not help but yell as the long, thick shaft was shoved down into his rectum. The lad's anus swelled enormously to permit the hot, pulsing mass of the Northerner. Tears rolled freely down the boy's cheeks as Konnur pushed himself in and held himself. Trevor cried and moaned in pain, he spread his legs as wide as he could to better accept the enormous hard-on. He tossed his head back and forth and gritted his teeth as Konnur was worked into the best position. Soon Trevor felt his whole body relax as the painful tension left him. This was what he wanted, and though his face was wet and his voice was shaky and ragged, he managed to speak, "Ca-c'mon, go ahead! Wh-what are you waiting for...?" Now Konnur pulled the girth of his penis back and drove it further in. Again and again he pushed into the boy, working the lad into shape. The steady motions soon became sudden, deep thrusts as the man grew more excited. Trevor was working with him, pressing back with his butt, holding his knees in brace, all that he could do to take more and more of Konnur. Large, powerful hands were questing all over the boy, loving him and caressing him. His slender penis was hard again but he could never shoot twice in one day. Besides, that sensation was nothing compared to what he was feeling right now. The heavy shaft had slowed down, pulling tantalizingly far out before flowing back in. Twice Konnur had fully removed himself only to immediately plunge again into the lad's eager flesh, eliciting peels of gleeful giggling both times. Trevor could not help but compare this to the despot, Jarlsbad, much as he hated to have memories of pleasure with that cruel man. But Konnur was better, so much better! The incredible ripeness and power of his love wrenched gasp after gasp from him. Everything else was forgotten. "I was born to have Konnur pump his hot, warrior-meat into my little-boy hole!" he thought to himself. Konnur delighted in the boy's enjoyment, feverish himself to find what sudden motion would issue delight or a shocked shout from the temerarious child. He knew the sensations Trevor was feeling must be intense as he could feel the tight fit of the boy's insides against his invading, rock-hard penis. The power he held, to offer pain or pleasure by the slightest difference in movement, could keep him firm as steel for days. The lad himself was a wonder, alternating in his whimpers and contortions and his pleadings for more. How a mere boy of Trevor's slight size could find this rough coupling as anything but excrutiating agony was beyond him. But when the high-pitched voice of the child called out to be more and completely ravaged, Konnur finally lost all control. His mighty hands held the boy's waist in an unbreakable grip and he began to bear down much more heavily into the delicate flesh of the lad. Jabbing harder and harder with his mammoth cock, he twisted his pelvis to create ever more powerful, quick thrusts. He finally worked his full, thick, nine-inch length into his precious young lover. The sound of his hairy testicles slapping against Trevor's smooth buttocks, filled the small room. The boy was also beyond any coherant thought, crying out in exquisite pain and pleasure, pleading for Konnur to take him ever more forcefully. His butthole throbbed from the exertion, his whole body was shoved back with every smashing blow into his young anus. It was an ordeal of ecstacy. Then suddenly, Konnur went rigid, throwing his head back as he held his body firm in place; letting the swelling build. Trevor braced himself and they both let out a shout as the steamy juice of Konnur's cum pulsed majestically into the lad's body. Nothing had prepared the youngster for the all-consuming orgasm of this invincible man of the north. His insides were on fire as Konnur's potency shot through him. Hot and thick, the vital cream poured in a continuous flow from the man and into the boy, wave upon crashing wave. They cried and gasped and roared together as their trembling bodies became as one. It was some time later before Konnur pulled himself from Trevor, eliciting one final whimper from the spent youth. The man flipped onto his back, covered with sweat and aching from his exertion. The boy simply didn't move. Both of them had breaths to catch and bodies that needed to settle down. It was Trevor who spoke first, "I think we're going to need a new bed, this one's all wet." "I'll talk to the innkeeper, right away." Neither moved, they both just laughed till it hurt. Konnur placed his arm around the naked boy and drew him close, and Trevor cuddled up next to him. The youth reached his hand to Konnur's shoulder and drew himself up to the man's face. He felt a large hand caress the back of his neck reassuringly and the boy drew down and kissed him full on the lips. The kiss was returned deeply and sincerely and they embraced together, long and hard. When they finally broke free of each other, Trevor pulled himself atop Konnur, rubbing his moist and tender penis playfully into the massive chest of his older lover. He smiled into the man's face, shook his head slightly and softly laughed. Then he said, "I'm too tired to go into it now, but tomorrow there are some things we've got to do. We'll talk about it then." With a soft sigh he rolled off Konnur and took his place, tucked in at the man's side. Konnur petted the lad and watched the boy's weary eyes close and felt his gentle, regular breathing as he fell asleep. "A boy who can outfight trained soldiers and make love better than a courtesan...I wonder what I've gotten myself into this time?" Thus mused Konnur before falling to slumber himself. * * * ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. 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