Date: Mon,  7 Sep 2009 08:04:41 +0200 (CEST)
From: ARTFITZ <artfitz@orange.fr>
Subject: the druid chapter 12

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Chapter 12.

The cock in the yard made his waking call and the people lying about in the
forge stirred one by one coughing and spluttering. The druid was already
awake and sitting outside facing the rising sun in the east. Stefan stood,
stretching his beautiful lithe body and yawning as he looked about for his
man in the crowd. He moved outside rearranging his morning erection to be
less obvious in front of the younger ladies in the room. He went outside
ducking his head to get through the doorway and saw his charge sitting in
the morning sun glowing like a beacon. He moved towards him feeling a
twitch in his linen shirt where his cock lifted the fabric slightly. He
felt desire mounting in his heart and elsewhere as he placed his hand on
the man's shoulder. The druid place his veined hand on the younger man's
and looking upwards, smiled. 'Well my boy, did you sleep well', he asked.
The boy answered with his eyes, winking and smiling as he turned to face
his man. He looked down at his swelling cock and moved closer to the object
of his desire. 'I slept but my body was aching for you all the time my Lord
druid'. 'I can see that', he replied, as he touched the growing bulge in
the boys shirt. The druid massaged the bulge ignoring the people who moved
about in the early morning sun.

They paid scant attention to the man and boy who were of a different
position and social status to themselves. This man was powerful and his
warrior boy was quite beautiful and it was not their place to judge their
betters. They moved past with their heads bowed and left the pair to
consummate their happy activity. When the druid has consumed the sweet and
salty contents of the young man's early morning erection he looked pleased
and invigorated. He moved to stand and called one of the boys who had been
watching from behind a tree and told him to help Stefan place his brat
correctly around his waist and folded the rest over his shoulder fixing it
with his beautifully worked bronze pin. The young boy smiled as he fixed
the Kilt in place using the opportunity to feel the young warriors arse
through the material. H e brushed the warriors back and felt his muscular
and solid shoulders and arms, the druid looked on and saw that the young
boy was having a great time and began to show it as his cock bounced
against the warriors leg. Stefan pulled away slightly and looked at the boy
who blushed. He looked at the druid and was uncertain of his reaction. He
noticed that the druid smiled and looked pleasantly at the boy and back to
him. He asked the boy if he knew how to get to the rath of Connor Og and
would like to act as their guide. The boy smiled and said he would have to
ask his father but it would come back he was sure. He moved away at the
trot and soon came back smiling widely and saying that his father was proud
to have him act as the guide for two important personages like themselves.
He carried a small sack with him with some provisions for the journey. He
was eager to move as were his two charges. They moved out of the village on
the path and soon left the smoking forge and homesteads behind them. The
forest became denser and the number of people they passed grew less and
less until they were quite alone on the road. By the mid-day sun they had
reached the half way mark and decided to stop and rest. The druid sat on a
fallen oak tree and ate some bread, Stefan brought him some water from a
nearby stream and passed him the cup touching his fingers as he did. The
druid looked into his eyes and said, 'Stefan, I am tired after the journey
but I would enjoy greatly if you would entertain me by teaching this young
man a thing or two.' He called the boy over and asking him if he would like
to wrestle and enjoy the pleasures of Stefan's company while he snoozed
after lunch. The boy looked quizzically from the druid to the warrior and
back again. He smiled, and rubbing his hands together nodded his approval.
He told Stefan that he had no experience at all at all and that he was
eager to learn from a great warrior like himself.



The boy stripped off his clothing revealing an adolescent body, his sixteen
years had been kind to him, he was beardless but muscular and proud of his
body. He looked at Stefan and folded his arms standing firmly on his feet
and mocking Stefan with his eyes. The Druid laughed out loud as he eyed the
boys young and smooth body. Stefan removed his brat and linen shirt. He
stood naked in front of the Druid and the mocking boy who had rubbed his
cock against his leg earlier that day. He felt a desire to show this boy
who was the best man in front of his lover.



There is no need to describe the beauty of Stefan's body, suffice to say
that both the boy and the druid drew in a breath as they watched him move
in a circle about his prey. The younger boy crouched and turned on his feet
as he guarded eye to eye contact with his opponent. The years as apprentice
to his father, the village smith, had given this smooth boy a grip of iron
and a dexterity which had to be seen to be believed. His sweating body
glistened in the sunlight and he intertwined with Stefan, they fought like
two inter coiling serpents, twisting their beautiful bodies about each
other. The druid watched with enormous pleasure as the boys moved their
graceful bodies against each other, rubbing, grabbing, holding and mauling
each other like two juvenile tigers. The competition was quite fierce and
there was much grunting as you would hear from a pigsty. The Druid sat on
his tree trunk with a look of satisfaction on his face. The combat had
lasted over half an hours now in the blazing sun and both boys were
becoming exhausted, their naked bodies shining in the sunlight smeared with
sweat and dirt.



Owen Mc Gabhan, (Owen, son of the smith), finally caught the bold Stefan by
the hand turning it solidly behind his back as only a man with a grip of
iron could. He held him is this position in agony and moved him forward
breathlessly until he reached the tree trunk where the Druid sat. He forced
Stefan closer still until his face was opposite the crotch of the old man
and said, 'now my demand as champion is that you satisfy the druid as he
satisfied you this morning as I watched you.

This is my demand also that you accept my manhood in your entrails while
you do it. Do you agree'.



Stefan, said 'yes' through the side of his mouth. He gave the impression
that he was not happy when in fact the idea of being forced to service his
own lover while being fucked himself gave him an enormous amount of
pleasure. He had an erection like cold iron and his balls were hanging full
of Irish cream.

The druid lifted his long flowing white linen shirt to reveal his uncut
cock in its nest of grey curly hairs. His bulls balls hanging down between
his outspread legs. His rounded belly was just showing as it quivered in
anticipation of the caress of Stefan's beautiful mouth.



Owen pushed the warrior forward until his face was right against the druids
cock and said. 'Eat it warrior', he pushed harder squeezing Stefan's hand
to breaking point. The warrior was in heaven as he opened his mouth and
took the still flaccid cock in his mouth , he worked the head with his
tongue making it harder and harder as he sucked like a demon. When Owen saw
that his man was busy in pleasuring the Druid he released his hand which
immediately rejoined its partner in touching the druids body, malaxing his
chest and rounded belly while his mouth did the job. He separated Stefan's
beautiful rounded cheeks and took his hole, pushing with great strength as
Stefan did not know whether to come or go...It was hot and hotter still as
the trio took and gave pleasure with the ease of a rich man giving alms to
the poor.



The climax arrived leaving the men happy but tired and they half slept for
a while all tangled up together in a relaxed pile of white flesh. The
arrival of the wren who sang by the druids ear woke them. The messenger of
the Dagda related a long story to the druid that only he understood. He
flew off again and the druid stood. 'We must make haste boys' he said
grabbing his staff and moving forward. The boys helped each other dress as
they rushed to keep up with their master.