Date: Thu,  8 Oct 2009 07:26:39 +0200 (CEST)
From: ARTFITZ <artfitz@orange.fr>
Subject: THE DRUID CHAPTER 14

THIS CHAPTER I WROTE WHILE VISITING MILAN ... WHERE THE BOYS ARE AS
BEAUTIFUL AS RENNASANCE STATUES AND THE ART IS EVERYWHERE.

MY HUMBLE SKETCHING EFFORTS CAN BE LOOKED AT ON MY SITE METIONED ON MY
PROFILE...


CHAPTER 14.

An hour before the dawn chorus would start, the dark skies above were lit
up by the light of hundreds of torches winding their way down the valley
from opposite ends. The red lights bobbing steadily as the two tribes held
to their word and brought their unmarried daughters and sons towards the
deserted and quiet battlefield. The druid was wide awake and luxuriating in
the contact of the warm and beautiful bodies of his two companions. They
had not yet woken up but their early morning erections were touching his
body in a glorious way which send a shiver through his heart soul and
body. He found he was responding to the velvet touch of their erect cocks
and rounded ball sacks. They moved sleepily and put their arms around the
man touching each others arms and intertwining their legs around his. The
warmth was soporific and he dosed a little enjoying the privileged moment
before the arrival of the human mass which would arrive within an hour.

The druid touched Stefan's face gently and the boy warrior opened his
sleepy eyes and smiled at his lover. He moved his face close to man and
kissed his lips gently sensing the rough beard and white hair as he did
so. His young but experienced hand slid down the druids chest and he
engulfed the balls of the mature and beautiful man. He squeezed gently and
listened with pleasure as the druid drew a great breath and his sex stood
erect waving in the early morning air. Owen felt the movement of his
bedfellows and also opened his eyes searching in the darkness for the
activity which had wakened him from his slumber. His hand found Stefan's
head place over the druids cock and moving slowly but very deliberately in
a bobbing movement over the older man's rounded belly. His own excitement
began to show as he took the older man's hand and placed it on his juvenile
but manly cock. He shuddered as the contact was made and moaned with
pleasure as the druid took possession of his cock. The cold morning air was
forgotten as the trio moved in unison and built up to a climax of mutual
pleasure. The three men came nearly at the same time. Stefan held the large
cock and wave of cum from the druid in his mouth as much as he could but
some of it escaped and slipped down his chin in a white cascade which
became visible in the first rays of the rising sun. The cotton pink and
blue sky began to show the details of the intertwined bodies. The boys were
feeling fulfilled and the druid was turning his mind to the upcoming
mornings work.

It would not just be a case of pairing off the first couples at a whim. It
was as important now to insure that the right matches were made between the
tribes members. He stood and Stefan jumped up to dress his master while
Owen dressed himself quickly on his own. The Druid had his Gold torc place
around his neck and his golden bracelets placed on his wrists and his
ankles. Stefan kissed the man's long toes as he placed his sandals on his
feet. The druid laughed as the embrace tickled his feet. The two lines of
people started to fill the battlefield ans line up on opposite sides.  It
was not obvious that they were come to perform a marriage ceremony or to do
battle. The absence of weapons and the fact that they were dressed in their
finery the only clue to the upcoming event. The boys and girls looked at
each other across the space and wondered which ones they would be matched
with. The druid called the two chiefs and their wives to him. They each had
several sons and several daughters who walked up behind them looking a
little sheepish. He held out his arms looked into the sky and prayed, the
looked at the assembled boys and girls all of whom were handsome and well
made. He touched each on the forehead and studied them deeply, then without
being told the names he pronounced the name of one of the boys and then one
of the girls from each family and motioned them to stand behind him. He
continued this process until the chieftains children were matched. There
was one boy left over, a young man of seventeen years and he was the most
beautiful of all whose name was Rory. He looked at his father and said that
the boy was special and was destined to be a druid and therefore should be
sent to the school in Royal Meath which was the centre for all druidic
education in the Kingdom.

He smiled at the boy and asked him if this would please him. The boy shyly
replied that it would. The next group up was the Taniste of each tribe and
his wife and children, second only to the chieftains. The process continued
here with the druid pairing off the children with great ease and with great
dispatch. When the last groups of warriors had their children paired the
druid turned and looked at the new couples and raising his staff called on
the Dagda to bless each and everyone of them with happiness and many
children. That the husbands should respect their wives as equal partners in
life and that the wives should respect their husbands. He finished by
saying that they should never let their heads touch their beds with angry
words on their lips and that they should give freedom where it was needed
and understanding in all things. A bed with two unhappy or angry people in
it was an occasion of great trouble. War in the valley should remain only
as a children's game as training for future aggressions from outside.

He then turned to the older chieftains and warriors and said, no man fights
against his own family or murders his kin. This unification of the two
families would be forever and any man or woman who set one against the
other would be damned for eternity. His Geasa would be written in ogham on
a pillar to be placed on the very spot where the mass wedding took place to
be seen by future generations. The feast that followed was full of laughter
music and love. The valley echoed of happiness for the first time in
centuries. Many a child would be conceived that night who would unite the
valley for ever. The tribes decided to call change the name of the valley
to the place of a thousand weddings. The name remains to this day.