Date: Mon, 20 Jan 2003 21:06:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Islechester 8

Islechester 8

By, Bald Hairy Man


This is a fantasy, for men, not kids, nor for anyone who got to this site
by accident, not expecting to find gay stories.  No effort at realistic or
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Hurlric attached himself to me.  At first I thought he was handsome but
stupid but I soon discovered he learned fast.  His father had failed in a
raid and most of the men under his command died.  The tribe wasn't tolerant
of defeat and Hurlric shared the father's disgrace.  Hurlric's mother was a
Roman captive.  This contributed to the problem.  There was the feeling the
father has squandered his precious man seed on a Roman woman.  Poor Hurlric
was twice cursed.  The father died, leaving Hurlric alone, shunned by the
rest of the warriors.

Paulus liked him, as did Rollomer, but everyone else was unforgiving.
Rollomer was the brightest of the younger men and stood out from the crowd.
That he liked Hurlric was a good sign.  Hurlric wanted a father and seemed
to think I could fill that role.  I certainly was willing, especially since
regular sex was a part of the man's image of a father.

At this time, Silvanius also became one of my friends.  He was a big, crude
man.  When I was a Roman Priest, I would never have associated with him.
He was the headman of the nearby farming village and he needed the
protection of Hulcemer if his village was to survive the raids afflicting
Britannia.  I had guessed he was stupid too, but he was merely uneducated
in Roman ways.  He knew the countyside in detail and finding food was his
specialty.  He grew food, of course, but in winter and in hard times, that
isn't enough.  He knew where to find it.  Silvanius was a good man to know.

He came to me one day.  "Father, I need your help.  I am an old man, almost
fifty.  I can't expect to live much longer." he said.  I would have guessed
he was nearer sixty.  Farming is a hard life.  "My sons are strong and can
carry on for me.  They are not use to Barbarian ways, especially their
worship and gods." I nodded.  Some of the tribe's rituals were odd I admit,
although I had grown to rather like them.

"I don't feel right teaching them what they need to know." Silvanius said.
He began to whisper.  "The very thought of sucking or fucking them makes me
lose my hard.  I need someone to teach them.  When they join in the
ceremonies, I want them to be ready."

"How many sons do you have?" I asked.

"Four.  All good boys." he said proudly.  "Good and strong.  I spoke to
Paulus about this.  He will help too."  He was silent for a few seconds.
"I would like for them to feel a Roman cock first, to take Roman seed."  I
realized Silvanius seemed to be a follower of the barbarian tribe's belief
that man seed transmitted strength.  I also recalled Silvanius had enjoyed
the last ceremony and had fucked me as it ended.  Much of that enjoyment
was physical, not related to his village's welfare.  Silvanius liked man
sex.  I told him, I would do what I could.

I talked to Paulus about it later and he was enthusiastic.  Paulus frankly
had a high tolerance of fucking young men of any tribal or racial
background.  He suggested we bring Hurlric along, since he was half Roman
and could give Silvanius' boys an introduction to a Barbarian-Roman fuck
tool.

Hurlric was willing, too.  Paulus went off to see Silvanius and make the
arrangements.  Paulus was always well organized and decisive.  He arranged
for us to meet Silvanius in a wooded area near the village the next day.
It rained that day and for the next few days, so we eventually met a week
later.

We walked deep into the forest and came to a brook.  Silvanius took us down
into the eroded valley carved by the stream and then we wandered upstream.
After a considerable walk, we came to an open area where the stream
meandered on one side of the space.  In the middle of the space was a
standing stone covered with pagan symbols.  To the rear of the stone was a
wooden hut.  Four young men sat at the base.  I looked at Silvanius to
introduce us, but he had vanished.  I was worried, but Paulus walked
forward to greet them.

"We are the men your father sent to you!" he said, in his most magisterial
voice.  The oldest came forward; he may have been near 25 years old and
looked like his father.

"I am Nial, son of Silvanius." he said.  From the way he said it I assumed
it was the total of the man's Latin.  I knew how to speak the language of
the Britons.  I hoped it was near to the dialect he spoke.

"Greetings."  I said in Briton.  "Has your father told you why we are
here?"

Yes," Nial said.  "We don't want to worship barbarian gods.  We are
Christian.  Father said, we had to come here."  I could barely understand
him.  Fortunately, Paulus spoke almost the same dialect.

"There is no need to worship them." Paulus said.  "Their rituals are
enjoyable.  As long as you enjoy them, you don't need to worry about the
worship.  My friend here is a Christian Priest.  He will protect you from
the Barbarian gods."

"Are you really a priest?"  Nial asked.

"Yes, my son." I said.  "Don't worry about the outward forms of the
worship.  As long as you remain faithful to the True God in your hearts,
you will be fine.  If your heart is true, it makes no difference what you
cock is doing!"  Paulus translated this and Nial looked relieved.  Nial was
uneasy and uncertain.  His brothers didn't seem to be too concerned.  They
were a mismatched group.  I couldn't be positive, but I assumed they had
different mothers.  Nial and the one they called Cedrus, looked like
Silvanius.  They were big, heavy men, covered in blond-red hair.

The two others, Octavian and Sixtus, were slight, smooth boys, both with
black hair.  I guessed the mother of the second set of sons was Roman.

Cedrus motioned to us to follow them into the wooden hut.  The hut was dark
and damp, but it concealed a door into a cave.  The cave was built into the
eroded side of the stream.  Nial took a torch and led us into the cave.
From the narrow opening, we descended and soon arrived at a large chamber.
Nial used the torch to light a fire and soon the room was bright and warm.
On the walls were paintings of geometrical designs and wild animals.  In
the middle was a pillar.  It was clearly a phallus.  Overlooking the
phallus was a stone cross.  "This is the home of our village gods."  Nial
said.

I had been a Priest in Londinium and had heard that in the countryside they
had just added Christ to the local firtility gods.  That was exactly what
had happened here.  The huge phallus in the middle of the room explained
why Silvanius had found the Barbarian rites acceptable.  Obviously the
local god was a male fertility figure.  It also explained why Silvanius got
along with Hulcemer and Odinmer. Big cocks were important in all fertility
cults and in the two Barbarian chiefs, Silvanius found men he could admire.

They had beer in the cave and we drank some.  The fire was hot, so there
was no problem getting naked at all.  We talked as well as our limited
understanding allowed.  Hurlric was uncomfortable, since he couldn't
understand either of the languages we spoke, but once he was naked that
wasn't a problem.  The two younger men were obviously attracted to him. If
Nial had qualms about sex with men, the two younger men had none
whatsoever.

Cocks are a universal language.  They liked what they saw in Hurlric and
soon they were going at it like dogs in heat.  Nial seemed to take a fancy
to Paulus, so Cedrus and I had to make do.  Cedrus was perhaps 22 or 23,
slightly smaller than his older brother and shy.  His Latin was all but
non-existent, but fortunately when he saw what his brothers were doing, he
was inspired.  I felt for his cock and he for mine.

We were both pleasantly surprised.  Soft, he had a thick tube, which gave
promise of an impressive instrument.  He was feeling my cock when our eyes
met.  He laughed and I relaxed.  We were going to have a good time.  We got
naked and I gave his cock a good inspection.  He was clean.  Cedrus was the
fisherman in the family and he spent a lot of time in the water.  His cock
was mostly foreskin, with his cock head stranded in the middle of the skin
tube.

I took it in my mouth and licked the pucker, then worked my tongue into the
tube.  He looked at me in amazement as I did this.  Oral sex was not part
of his sexual life.  When my tongue met his cock head, he realized the
potential.  I flicked my tongue around his head and he began to grow.  I
wondered if his cock would fill the entire tube.

It did and then some.  His head popped out and the thick foreskin was
eventually stretched like the thinnest silk over his cock.  He didn't have
a Classical cock like the statues in the baths.  It was three tubes of hard
man-rammer, crowned by a bloated, purple head.  Veins pulsed on the sides
of the meat, filling it to capacity.  I could barely fit his cock head into
my mouth.  There was nothing pretty about it.  His balls hung low in a big
hair covered sack, almost goat-like in size.

I hardly need say, I loved it.  It was clear I was the first to suck him
and he was wildly enthusiastic about the sensations he was feeling,
enthusiastic and appreciative.  All the boys had been wary of us when they
met us.  Cedrus went from being slightly surly and standoffish, to becoming
my disciple the minute my tongue touched his cock head.

Cedrus and Nial were totally ignorant of the pleasure of man sex I
suspected, so all was a revelation to them.  The two younger boys were
enthusiastic, but I had a strong sense, they may have had some experience
of their own.  They liked what Hurlric could teach them, but they also had
some things to teach him.

While I was supposed to show Cedrus how to take a cock, my own little
obsessions got in the way. I wanted to feel his cock in my ass.  I had
brought some oil with me and I coated his cock.  I got him on the ground so
I could sit on it.  If I sat on it first, I could at leas, get used to it.
I didn't want this countryman fucking me like an animal until later.

I'm not sure Cedrus had ever fucked anyone before either.  His older
brother kept sheep and goats and had a clear vision of what fucking should
be.  Cedrus was an innocent.  He was shocked and pleased I let him into my
ass.  He didn't know what to do, so he just stayed still as I impaled
myself on his cock.  It was not easy.

It was one of those odd situations when the cock would just barely fit in
my ass.  It was as sexually stimulating as imaginable, but not pleasurable
in a conventional sense.  I let myself melt onto his cock, slowly sliding
down the pole, until I felt like a suckling pig on a spit.  When I was
firmly lodged on it, I rested for a few minutes, then began to undulate.
With a cock that big, there isn't much room to manipulate it in my occupied
ass.  Much to my surprise, the donkey dick shifted and moved into a new
position.

The sexual stimulation exploded into pleasure.  All the tenseness vanished
from my body and I was in heaven.  One of the younger boys was watching me
and gazed at me in admiration.  I guess they knew what it was like to take
a cock and knew what I was feeling.

Nial was on his back being slow fucked by Paulus.  Both men looked
contented.  Hurlric was fucking Octavian while Sixtus fucked Hulric.  Every
once in a while, they would trade positions and Hurlric would fuck Sixtus,
while taking Octavian's cock.

Silvanius, the boys' father, looked in and surveyed the scene approvingly.
He brought beer around to us all.  The warmth of the fire, the strong beer
and the smell of men in heat filled the cave.  The stone Phallus almost
glowed in the light and I had the feeling we were recreating ancient
orgiastic rituals of Britain's past.

I got off Cedrus' cock and he looked at me with an expectant expression.
He had watched me twitching wildly on his cock and now he wanted to be
fucked.  I knew he was a virgin, so I took special care to lubricate his
ass well.  He only fought my finger a little.  As I probed deeper, I found
his nut and he moaned.  I pressed harder to insure his first encounter with
that little organ would be memorable.  The beer was flowing freely now and
we were all feeling mellow.

My cock is big for an introduction to getting fucked, but Cedrus was good
and patient.  He lost his erection when I first popped in, but by the time
I had half of my cock into his hole, his beautiful cock was returning to
its excited state.  The activity in the chamber was getting confused and
frenzied now.  I felt the sexual excitement in the room rise.  I looked
around and saw Silvanius had joined in the sexual free-for-all.  That
seemed to excite his boys.

Paulus was screwing Octavian, while Hurlric fucked Nial and Silvanius
screwed Hurlric.  Sixtus was behind me, working his cock into my ass.  It
was slim, but effective.  No one had an orgasm yet and you could sense the
sexual tension build.  I was sure if one person popped, everyone would.  If
Sixtus continued rubbing his cock on my nut, I would be the first.

Strangely, Sixtus' cock seemed to generate a deep desire in me to feel
Cedrus' horse cock again. I shifted places and impaled myself on it.
Cedrus' meat was all I had hoped.  It felt wonderful.  I was sitting on it
when Silvanius came behind me and lifted me up and pushed me forward so he
could fuck me.  His cock slid in effortlessly, then he pulled out and held
his son's cock as I sat on it again.  The two men alternated fucking me.

Every time Cedrus was about to shoot, Silvanius would pull me off his son's
cock and fuck me himself.  When Silvanius was ready to climax, he pull out
and skewer me on Cedrus' pole.  This way all three of us were on the edge
of a climax, but didn't go over the edge.

Paulus was on his back, next to me, showing Nial how to take a cock like a
man.  It was a good experience for each.  Paulus only rarely took a cock.
He usually topped, so the young Briton must have greatly inspired him.
There was nothing delicate about Nial's fucking style, but it seemed to be
just right for the ageing Roman Patrician.  Paulus shot off first.  Cedrus
was close behind.  Cedrus shook as if there was an earthquake as he filled
my ass.

As soon as he stopped, Silvanius lifted me off his son's cock and skewered
me on his.  He adopted Nial's fucking method and it took no more that three
or four thrusts before he shot off.  Nial had left Paulus and was in line
behind his father.  He too added his man seed to the brew in my ass.
Octavian followed him.  Sixtus was the youngest, so he was the last.

Silvanius and all his sons had unloaded in my ass.  It was still tingling
when Sixtus pulled out.  I was a bit shaky by then.  Silvanius was telling
me how much he liked me in his poor Latin and Cedrus was looking at me in
admiration.  They had never done anything like this before.  He and Nail
were new to man sex and they had no idea of its orgasmic pleasures.

Another cock slid into my ass.  I looked back and it was Hurlric.  It was
effortless and pleasurable as his cock floated on a bed of Briton cum.  His
big Barbarian cock slipped in deep.  He pulled out and offered his seed
drenched cock to Silvanuis.  I knew Silvanius didn't want to screw his
sons, but he didn't mind sampling their cum.  He licked the milky cum from
Hurlric's cock.

Hurlric returned to me ass and fucked me again.  This time he fed the cock
scum to Nial and Cedrus.  He made a third trip into my ass and recoated his
meat.  This time Sixtus and Octavian were the recipients.

The Britons shared the Barbarians belief man seed shared strength.  They
wanted to share their seed and thus, their strength.  These Britons would
have no problem at all sharing with Hulcemer's tribe.