Date: Mon, 10 Aug 2009 17:46:57 +0200 (CEST)
From: ARTFITZ <artfitz@orange.fr>
Subject: The Druid

The summer sun slanted down through the green valley. The Druid priest was
dressed in the traditional belted, white linen, long shirt which reached to
his feet. His strong legs strode through the long grasses and summer
flowers in the clearing. He held his great staff with one hand as he moved.
The gnarled wand was the symbol of his position and known to all those he
passed. There were few people on this path and soon the sun would be
setting into the western sea leaving the countryside in total darkness
before the moon and stars came out to light up the night sky. By his side
walked a beautiful young man of noble birth carrying his spear which he
used like the staff of the older man. He also wore the knee length white
linen robe as well as the kilted brat which was bound at the waist and
throw over his shoulder, his leather belt was covered in bronze and
enamelled figures. By his side hung a sword of bronze finely worked and
nestling in its leather scabbard. On his back was slung a great shield
rounded and worked in leather and bronze. It shone in the evening light as
he moved forward leading the older man on the path towards the rath (fort)
of the prince of Connaught. they would not reach the great hall of the
prince until morning. The boy warrior looked over his fine strong shoulders
revealing a beautiful face, tanned and framed by long hair which shone in
the light. He smiled as he looked at his master revealing his white teeth
and his red lips. He was more beautiful than all the boys of the kingdom
and had asked the king to be made the protector of the priest.

He opened his mouth and respectfully asked the great man if he would be
allowed to run forward and prepare a fitting shelter for them for the on
coming night. The priest smiled back and just nodded his consent. The boy
warrior turned and breaking into a run moved his magnificent body with the
ease of a falcon flying in the wind. His muscles straining under his linen
garb. The priest looked at his protector as he moved gracefully forward
jumping over the roots of trees and fallen branches. He disappeared into
the dense forest and the priest felt a pang of loss as his eyes searched
the beautiful form in the growing darkness. By the time the sun had given
its last rays to the valley the priest arrived at a clearing by the great
river, the water rushing down and over the rocks moving swiftly and
gathering in dark pools. He looked around a fire had been made and the
great brat (blanked) which the warrior boy wore kilted over his linen shirt
was placed on the ground covering a load of cut bracken to make a bed for
the night. By the waters edge lay the linen shirt and buckled sword. The
shield was placed by the head of the bed and the spear stood upwards
holding branches which had been cut to make a roof for the bed. The boy was
nowhere to be seen. The great druid was worried, his eyes searched for the
beautiful boy.

Suddenly some swans rose up into the air making a great flapping sound with
their wings as they slapped the dark waters...The startled man turned
around and as he did the boy emerged from the pool like a jumping salmon.
His hair streamed water down his beautiful back and his manly chest rushing
past his nipples and down his stomach muscles towards the dark hair of his
beautiful sex.

The priest looked and felt the stirring of his heart as he watched the boy
hold up in his outstretched hands two speckled trout who jiggled in his
hands. He looked longingly as the boy strode from the river pool his strong
legs all muscle and hair. He dropped the fish at the old man's feet
unconscious of the the effect his naked body was having on the man. He
knelt down and moved swiftly to pray and thank the river gods for the food
they had provided and gutted the fish with his knife. His broad shoulders
moving in the dying light The boy warrior placed the fish by the fire and
watched them cook while he hugged his knees and shivered slightly in front
of the fire. River water ran down his long hair and dripped from his sex
and balls making a little pool which reflected the light of the fire. The
Druid watched the boy and noticed the curve of his shoulders and the strong
arms hugging his knees. He took his cape and draped it over the boys
shoulders . The boy looked up and with a smile that said 'I LOVE YOU' and
looked deeply into the older man's eyes.

The man touched his shoulders and shuddered with a pleasure he had not felt
for years as the strong body responded to his touch. They sat together in
front of the fire ate the fish looking at each other and examining each
other in detail. The light reflected in the eyes of the boy. His pupils
were so dilated that it seemed that his eyes were black as night. He looked
at the older man's white grey beard and long hair and felt a sensation in
his limbs an aching to touch the man's face.

He blushed and looked away into the fire. The druid stood and moved towards
the bed the boy had lovingly prepared and taking his clothing off stood
naked in the firelight. His body was solid but the years had slackened his
muscles and he had a rounded belly which hung down over his stout sex and
bull like testicles. He was magnificent his strong legs and chest sporting
grey tufts of hair which was practically invisible against his white skin.
His nipples stood out in the coldness of the night. His shoulders were very
large and his arms were those of a warrior Druid not a soft priest. The man
moved towards the bed turning his back to reveal a large muscular back with
shoulder blades which moved beautifully under his white skin. The curve of
his back bone and the sight of his rounded backside set the boys heart on
fire. The druid moved slowly like a great bear and the power of his body
was matched only by the power of his soul which shone through his skin in
the light of the rising moon.

The man sat on the bed of bracken and beaconed the boy to come over telling
him that they should keep each other warm that night. He said "Lord Druid,
I am wet and would be a great discomfort to you and interrupt your rest."
But the druid insisted and the boy stood letting the brat fall from his
shoulders and revealing his whole beautiful body and the sex which was
beginning to harden in the gaze of the man. He moved towards the bed and
knelt by the druid who held up his hands to receive the long fingered hands
of his protector. The boy moved his body close to the man he had been with
for three days as they went from the Palace of Leinster to the Palace of
Connaught. He had loved him from the first day he saw the powerful druid
move solidly across the great hall with his staff in his strong hands and
his powerful body. He had followed him about discretely over the months he
was training with the kings troupes. One night of a full moon he watched
from the shadows as the great druid removed his clothing and strode into
the shallow lake which was his special holy place. It was here that he
connected with the other world seeking the reflection in the full moon. He
watched as he held up his long strong white arms and invoked the Moon
goddess. He was fascinated and excited as this ceremony was only to be seen
by the initiated priests of Dannan. The Druid felt the eyes of the boy on
him but did not turn round. His body reflected in the dark pool as his sex
became erect and he thrust it in the direction of the Moon Goddess. He made
a great cry and ejaculated profusely gathering the seed in a bronze cup.
This cup contained a mixture of herbs and other substances which the druid
mixed with his sperm. Turning his back to the full moon he started to cover
his face and chest with the mixture. The boy looked on as he saw the head
and the chest of his desired one started to disappear before his eyes. The
boy panicked, unable now to see the man he desired his heart sank. It was
then that he bolted and ran to his quarters where he slept as best he could
until the dawn. He was please in the morning to find his Druid restored and
wondered if he had dreamed the scene. That morning he remembered the form
and beauty of his man and held his sex as it grew and eventually exploded
with pleasure. He slept each night thinking of the white skinned priest
with his long beard and long silver white hair and the effect on him was
electric. Each night he has spilt his seed on the forest floor wishing it
was in the mouth of the beautiful man he had grown to love.

He had a new sensation now he wished the man to take him like a woman he
wished to be full of his powerful body to feel his whole self full and
completed by this man who was so close to him now. He moved his body closer
to the man pushing his backside into the druids groin to feel the powerful
manhood of the priest solidly expanding and stretching his scrotum to revel
bulls balls dangling underneath. He was shuddering with a pleasure he had
never felt before. It was so great that he trembled like a fawn. He was so
nervous he was afraid that it would end soon. The druid spoke soft words in
his ear and gently touched his face . He caressed the boy pulling his face
closer to his and kissing his red oh so red lips.

The boys breath and heartbeat was as though he was in battle, he had served
the king as a squire in the red branch knights for two years and had been a
battle veteran. He had never felt like this during battle it was much more
intense much more vivid, although it was now dark and the fire had died
down the colours before the boys eyes were mesmerising. He felt the druid
thrust forward with his powerful body and he put his hand down taking the
man cock in his grip pulling it towards his hole which was wet with desire
and opening to invite his lord to enter into union with him.

He whispered YES 'SHA A DHINE UASAL' yes my lord' as he felt the rounded
top of the druids cock part the pink flesh around his hole and burrow
deeply into his warm place.

ECSTASY, Paradise, heaven, he was shuddering with pleasure. His body had a
will of its own he controlled nothing except the intense desire to have the
man cock so deeply in his hole that he could squeeze his cheeks together
and try to pull it even further into the place where desire becomes
reality....

He bucked his rounded bottom and moved his body to get closer to his man
his lover his master his pleasure giver. He cried out his name frightening
the sleeping birds who flew up into the sky.

He was now at the peak of his pleasure, the older man moved his naked body
slowly but with enormous force pushing pushing pushing deeply into his boys
hole.. It was the best thing that he had ever felt in his life This was
pleasure on a grand scale. He would never let this moment leave his mind or
his soul. He was this man's body slave for life and waned nothing else in
the world.

He looked over his shoulder to see the gleaming smiling eyes of the man who
had made his life complete. He had been a champion at the royal game had
all the ladies of the court at his beck and call but nothing could compare
to this..

The druid gave out a great cry and said the boys name STEFAN STEFAN STEFAN,
which means winged angel, he exploded into the boy entrails nearly making
the boy feel as if he had been torn into two half's and that the druids cum
would flood out of his mouth his cock was so far inside of him...

The boy exploded at the same time flooding the blanket as though it was the
river which flowed nearby. He had played boys games in the great hall and
had been handled by the prostitutes who hung around the barracks of the
knights but nothing was like this.....

HIS LIFE WOULD NEVER BE THE SAME