Date: Wed, 7 Jan 2015 13:43:37 +0100
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: The White Druid 4

			      THE WHITE DRUID
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				  Part 4

CHAPTER 15

The boys finished their bath making mocks about everything as any child of
their age would do; they dressed and left the room. The slave lad, guarding
the baths, said pointing to the other room:

	"They have finished and are being getting dressed. As the lad left,
the heavy door slowly opened as the three friends were dropping their dirty
clothes on the bench, near the door.  Their mouths got agape as they
watched the beautiful figure coming out from the other room.  Kist really
seemed a god from the Olympus, with long near white lank hair to his
shoulders, now shining with the sun rays streaming thru a large window. For
the first time Kist smiled at them gleefully as he said flushing:

	"Haven't you seen an Anglo clean boy before?" Doro then answered
him.

	"Yes, we have seen many clean boys, but never an angel!" The boy
blushed again thinking that if the boys here are like these ones, he had
hundreds reasons for not going back to where Vercingetorix was; even if his
child died. Doro then continued. "I'm Doro, this is my twin brother Dart,
and this one the most rascal of all the boys that you ever found; his
name's Keel.  You are welcomed here."

	"Thanks boys. You already know my name. This good man is not my
grandfather, but my master and tutor; as Marco Tulio is of yours." Soon the
four boys were as if they had been together since many years. Kist then
continued. "Yankton and I have come to request Marco to come to
Vercingetorix's place to cure his only son; he is an eleven-years-old weak
boy, very sweet, at least with me. He had saved me many times from
Vercingetorix's men, though his father never did anything to stop his men
abusing me." He stopped as the old druid Yankton approached. Though he was
very old, the man walked straight without needing any help. He had a long
beard to near his waist, now clean and combed. The twins stared at him and
sighed as he looked a lot as their father used to be; yet Diviciaco was
younger than Yankton.

Just as they arrived home, Marco was approaching and was surprised to see
his boys amicably talking to those strangers. When he arrived the three
boys went to him and hugged. The twins started talking as one, but he
stopped them. Before he could say anything Yankton extended his wrinkled
hands to him. Marco immediately understood that the man was a high rank
druid.

	"Thanks master White Druid for helping us abusing of your
hospitality." Suddenly Marco knew who that person was and the purpose of
his visit. Marco bent his head as a signal of respect.

	"Sorry Great Yankton if my boys have been impolite to you or to
your boy; they are too young to know who you are and where you come
from. Please, let's enter in my house; we need to talk about your mission."
They entered and it was a relief for the boys not needing to explain to
Marco what they had done.

	"They are educated boys, Marco, and have done nothing to reproach
them, all on contrary, they provided us with a good bath and clean clothes;
Diviciaco did a good job with them as he did to me." Hearing this, the twin
boys could not be happier.

	"Let's have dinner and then we'll talk about anything that you
like." When they finished dinner and washed all the dishes, the boys went
to the other room to play and make jokes about everything. As Kist did not
move, Yankton motioned him to go with his new friends. As soon as they were
in the bedroom, the twins and Keel dropped their tunics on an armchair a
got naked.  The Anglo boy doubted what to do, but Doro neared him and
raised his tunic to his head.

	"You are our friend and we want you to feel comfortable, as when
you are in your home."

	"Sorry, but I never had a home; at least I can't remember. I was
taken out from my family when I was little and have not known anybody from
Britannia, except a few persons that came to see Vercingetorix, but never
talked to me, though I did with their servants." Dart and Keel approached,
and taking him from behind they seized him up and dropped on the bed,
starting making ticklish to him, he reciprocated his new friends and soon
laughs and happy yells filled the house. Yankton sighed as he said to
Marco:

	"I think he has never enjoyed as tonight. Thanks for making happy
this sad boy."

	"The trio makes happy anyone near them; so it is not strange he's
having a grad time."  He then changed the subject while the boys were
playing inside the bedroom. "Who is the sick boy?"

	"He is Vercingetorix's only son. He loves his son dearly because
the boy is very sweet; he cannot bear the approaching end of the boy's
life. I have explored him carefully and have sought other druids'
experiences and knowledge; all have reached to the same conclusion: Within
months, the little boy will pass away amongst terrible headaches that no
drugs would be able to alleviate. As you can understand this is too hard
for a loving father." All the sudden the image of little Flavio came into
his mind. He had to make a great effort to keep his tears back, in spite
the time elapsed. The druid noticed it, but said nothing. After some time
Marco said.

	"You are absolutely right Yankton; there is no solution for the
boy, so you have spent many days risking your lives for nothing. I don't
think I can do anything, except relieving the boy's pains until his life
gets an end. I did it to my best friend when scarcely I was ten years-old.
This has nothing to do with medicine or surgery, but the Great Mother's
gift that I discovered that sad day." The old man eyes' shone gleefully as
Marco continued. "It took me one week to recover my energies, but Flavio
died painless and happy some time later. I can't forget his sweet grimace
thanking me. My father told me that this expression remained on his
beautiful face until he was buried deep in his grave." Marco felt the old
man arm round his shoulders.

	"Thanks my boy; this will be more than enough for Vercingetorix. He
is not expecting miracles, but healing his son pains. He has assumed that
we have to pass away some time, but not as we expect for that boy;
therefore I have not lost my time coming here."

	"I'll try to go, but besides a physician I am a soldier, and I
can't do anything unless Julio Caesar authorises me to go."

	"Don't worry; we know he's a great man and father, he will
understand. I have brought a personal message from Vercingetorix for him,
not as enemies, but as fathers. In order to facilitate the problem, I'll
stay here healing wounds and curing sicknesses while you are in your
mission. Kist is a good intelligent boy and guide; he will accompany you to
the north. If you do to Vercing's son what you did to your young friend,
the father will be in debt to you for the rest of his life. Most likely, he
will give Kist to you, if you ask it for, then he would come back with you
and remain here. He hates all of them, except the little sick boy."

	"Tomorrow morning I'll ask Caesar; he is a very busy man and has
many things to do."  They continued talking about all aspects of the
current war and especially about The Gaul's people. Then they exchanged
experiences on medicine and surgery. Learning about the man's wisdom
demonstrated it was not strange that he was so appreciate in the enemies'
countries. It was near midnight when they decided to go to bed. The boys
were very quiet as he approached to the large bed. All four were naked and
hard asleep, forming two couples: Dart was cuddled in Keel's arms and Doro
in Kist's. They arranged two beds in the other room and left the boys
together. The old druid sighed as he said referring to the Anglo boy:

	"No doubt this has been the best evening of his life. He will never
forget his friends."  Marco agreed. He woke up early in the following
morning, and went to report to Caesar, giving him the sealed scroll from
Vercingetorix.

	"Marco this is a human message; I would suggest you go and try to
heal his boy's aches; however, don't ever forget that half of your blood is
coming from a family even older than Pompey's. Surely I'll miss you, but
you are a soldier and must comply with your oar."

	"I won't, sir. I wish I could bring peace to this beautiful land
and stop spilling more blood." He said goodbye and left. When he returned
home, the old man was waiting for him; he had his scarce luggage ready; the
boys had gone to school, except Kist that was attending his master. They
made eye contact as Yankton anxiously asked:

	"Are you alright, son?"

	"Yes I am." Marco then stared at Kist." Get ready Kist; we are
leaving tomorrow at dawn. I'll ask for everything we may need for this long
trip. I don't want to delay or annoy anybody during our time." Sadly Kist
moved his head.

	"Yes sir." The old druid approached Marco and hugged him tenderly;
then extracted a scroll from his old dirty tunic.

	"Take this. I am sure you won't need it in normal
circumstances. This document will allow you and the boy to safely travel
thru all tribes lands out of the Eduos' territory. I hope you get your
goal; in any case, please, bring Kist back, his heart now belongs to Rome."
The boy blushed and asked himself how the man knew his most inner
thoughts. Marco grinned as he ruffled the boy silky hair.

	"I want to ask you a favour, Yankton."

	"It is granted, my boy."

	"Here there are many physicians and some druids. They are not as
good as you are, but they don't know it. Diviciaco's town has not any druid
as they were used to him; I would suggest you fill that hole until one of
my boys grow up enough as they want it. Cato will be more than happy having
you for his people."

	"I'll do with pleasure. I knew him, he was just a boy, a brave boy,
I would say."

	"Good. Cornelius will provide you with anything you may need. I
would also suggest that thru him, you ask for an audience with Julio
Caesar. He's a busy and good man, but he will love knowing you." He
paused. "Give some time to the boys, especially Doro and Keel, to write
some messages for their girls in the village. They were in love with Cato's
twin daughters, though, boys at their ages, change quickly their minds."
The old man grinned.

The next morning after a good breakfast, Marco and Kist hugged the old
druid and said goodbye. Kist large blue eyes watered when he hugged the
man; he knew then that a long time would elapse before he could see his old
friend, but did not regret it. They rode two mules since these animals were
very hard and not very attracted to possible soldiers or warriors; these
men would disregard a mule, preferring either walk or a horse. They kept
silence for near two hours, boy and man immersed in their own different
thoughts. Breaking the silence, Marco said:

	"Kist, once we are out of Eduos' land, we must avoid any village or
town; first we are hurry and second we cannot spend any time curing people,
unless it is an emergency. I speak Eduo and some other language, but I
ignore the rest of other tribes' verbal communication."

	"Don't worry, sir. I have some facility to learn languages, even I
remember my own in spite I was five when I left Britannia. We have to spend
a long time before we reach Vercingetorix's domains. We should start
something that keeps our minds occupied." Marco thought about the boy's
idea.

	"You don't know how to write and read. Am I right?" The boy felt a
pang inside himself.  Above all that would be the greatest thing in his
life. He recalled Keel's happiness when they were cuddled after having sex
showing him how marvellous it was to read and write; he had learnt very
quickly. Marco then added: "We have many hours during the day
together. Would you like to learn how to read? To write is just drawing
what you read." The boy opened wide his blue eyes in disbelief.

	"Are you serious, sir?" Marco extended his arm and ruffled the
boy's large blond silky hair.

	"I am absolutely serious, Kist, if you want it. It will be a good
way to entertain us our minds."

	"I would love it. I envied the boys when they read me something; it
was like magic!"

	"There is nothing magic in it. In Rome all wealth boys and girls
can write and read."

	"Yes, almost always rich people, poor have nothing to do; they
don't have any rights whatsoever." The boy said sadly. "Even Vercingetorix
doesn't know how to read, but I do want to learn." Marco grinned and in his
heart applauded the boy's determination.

	"In this case, let's start right now." Kist opened wide his mouth
in disbelief.

	"On the mule?"

	"Yes. Why not?" Marco smiled as he extracted a little piece of flat
wood covered with clay. After explaining the boy the basic rules, he drew
the vowels giving the boy the tablet. Kist was an intelligent creature and
immediately started associating vowels and consonants. When they stopped
for the night rest, not far from a farm, he knew how to join the letters to
form words. For Kist that was magic; he did not like to stop until darkness
could not allow him to continue. That night he had a marvellous dream about
letters, boys and girls; especially he dreamt about Marco that was sleeping
near him. In the morning he felt the wetness on his belly; but he was used
to it since a couple of months ago when he started. He got up quickly and
washed his belly and dick. It was time to resume the journey, and
especially his magic lessons.

	"Marco, can we start again the lessons?" The young druid chuckled
as he caressed the boy's blond hair. He liked doing this and the boy seemed
to like it, too.

	"I like your determination, Kist. You are a great and handsome boy
and deserve to have a better life, not as a servant." Kist sighed and
instinctively hugged the man round de waist.

	"I like you, too, Marco. The Great Mother was right choosing you."
They disentangled, have a good breakfast and rode the animals. Two weeks
elapsed and the clever boy started forming sentences; the first one: "this
is a tree" seemed extraordinary to the boy. Immediately he continued
reading and making more sentences, adding adjectives, pronouns, etc. He
spent the whole day enthusiastically reading anything that Marco wrote for
him. Marco extracted from his saddlebag a scroll with some history events,
not difficult to read, about the Greece people.  After slowly reading it
Marco questioned the boy.

	"Do you like it? They are true events, Kist."

	"Oh yes! I love it. That Alexander must have been a great man and a
great general."

	"Sure he was. It is said he was very handsome and liked other boys
and later other men. As you can see the feelings have nothing to do with
the greatness of a man's soul. I love boys and they loved me since I can
remember. I wasn't ten when I found out I was in love with a little boy, he
was of the same age as I was; you make me to remember him as he also was
blond and had blue eyes, though his hair was curly; he seemed a cherub from
the Olympus."  Marco told Kist about his early love relationship with
Flavio. Then bending his head, Kist said.

	"Marco, I want you to love me as you did to little Flavio or as you
love Keel and especially the twins. I know I am just a newcomer for you,
but I love you very much." Marco stared at the boy and sighed; Kist was
crying silently; he had never seen the boy like in this moment. They
approached the mules and hugged tenderly. It was the last week to arrive to
Vercingetorix's headquarters, and that day had made a good run, so Marco
decided to stop for the rest of the day. As they were preparing a place to
sleep, they watched a well dressed woman and a little girl approaching
them; she was weeping as she dragged the girl with her.

	"Sorry sir to disturb you, I wonder whether you can help us. My
husband is away and won't return until tonight or tomorrow. But my son has
had an accident; he fell from a tree and I think he has broken his leg. My
husband told me yesterday that they are waiting for the White Druid; he
could cure our son as he is in pain... and I don't know what to do." Marco
stared at Kist and he made a light movement as telling him he should help
the woman.

	"Well, I think that my master can help your boy; we were just
preparing our place to spend the night since we have done a long way and
are tired. Where is your son now?"

	"He's just behind those trees in our farmhouse. You can rest in
there, better than in the open air. It is a large one but our next
neighbour is one day out, and the boy is all the time crying in pain. For
your mules, I think you aren't farmers but principal people." They did not
say anything. Kist took the animals from the reins and started walking near
the woman and girl. A few minutes later they entered in a stoned yard; the
woman called a middle aged man who took the animals to the stables. Before
that, Marco took something from the luggage and entered into the
house. They heard the muffled sobs of the boy as the mother entered into
the large bedroom and with soothing words kissed the boy.

	"Don't worry son, this gentleman is a physician and will take care
of your leg." The boy was naked from waist down showing his strange large
penis near erected. Marco ignored it and caressed the boy's leg;
fortunately it was broken inside, though it showed a purple stain on the
skin. Before Marco said anything the boy bravely said:

	"My name is Kobe and I am eleven." Marco understood the family was
not of a low class, since the boy expressed correctly."

	"Alright Kobe, you have broken your leg and I'll try to fix it. I
suppose you are a brave boy because it may hurt a lot, but if we do not
make this now, most likely, you will become a lame boy for the rest of your
life. Do you understand?"

	"Yes, sir. Do whatever you have to, because I want to be a
Vercingetorix's warrior when I grow up, like my father is, to fight back
the Romans." Marco and Kist grinned. While Marco explored the legs, the
mother said:

	"I have told you many times, never to speak about stupid wars and
fights." Marco addressing to the woman said:

	"Now please, bring me some hot water, salt and bandages." The woman
left and Kist said to the boy.

	"Now you will demonstrate how brave you are and if you deserve to
be a warrior or soldier and not a whimper brat." The younger boy seemed
offended calling him like that, but he did not say anything. Marco
extracted some white powder from a little pouch, took a small pot from the
nightstand that contained water, and dropped the substance in it that
dissolved immediately.

	"Now drink it." Marco ordered the boy. The child made a grimace
with his face as the product tasted badly. He went to say something but
remained in silence.

	"He's is a real brave boy." Marco said, but Kobe was asleep. Then
he told the mother: "Your son has the two bones broken, but fortunately it
is not serious since they have not come out, in spite the blue area. I'll
try to amend and put them right together; that's why I have given him some
drugs. Now, if you don't mind, please, leave my assistant and I alone with
the boy, as soon as I finished I'll call you.

	"Yes, you are right. It is difficult for a mother to watch how her
son suffers." Marco and Kist stared at each other as the woman left,
closing the heavy door behind.

	"Master, will it hurt?"

	"Yes, a lot. Almost certainly he will yell in pain, in spite he is
hard asleep drugged; but we must fix those bones as soon as possible." Kist
then retrieved the covers and watched the lovely figure. He probably was
near twelve because his penis was larger than normal, though there was not
any trace of hair at the base of it; also his ball sack had descended a
little. He had brown hair cut to his temples and an eddy on his forehead
that showed how rascal he must be.  Kist grinned. Marco then positioned his
left hand under the boy's calf and his right on the bump formed by the
broken bones. Slowly and carefully, Marco pushed down on the bones as Kist
pulled to him the leg; the boy moaned in pain. A few minutes later the leg
looked as if nothing had happened. Kist sighed.

	"Is it alright, master?" Marco tenderly gazed at the intelligent
boy."

	"Yes, he is cured."

Marco then proceeded to treat the leg with salted water, then placed two
flat wooden pieces, one on top and another underneath of the leg and
bandaged it, but not very hard, in order to allow the blood flows; the man
was explaining his assistant all what he was doing. Then the great surprise
for Kist came; Marco placed his hand on the leg, and murmured some arcane
words. Kist could watch how between Marco's hand and the boy's leg appeared
an intense blue-white light that lasted only a few seconds; at the same
time, the boy's penis got very hard, jerking with every heart beat. When
Marco retrieved his hands, the purple colour had vanished, and the boy
lying on the bed moaned in pleasure, as his hard cock started spurting the
clear white semen. Instinctively Kist bent his head and took the boy's tool
into his mouth, cleaning it.  An expression of satisfaction and happiness
showed on the boy's face. Kist could not believe what he had watched!

CHAPTER 16

	"Kist, this is our secret. Never reveal what you have watched to
anyone! You are within the few persons who know I do it; this demonstrates
my confidence and trust on you." He paused. "Doubtless, the boy's spurts
are due to the drug effects.

	"Thanks master for trusting me. I'll never forget what I have
watched." Kist stood and opened the door, calling the boy's mother. She
looked concerned with tears on her fresh cheeks; then the woman asked.

	"How is he?"

	"See by yourself. He is under the drug effects but in a few minutes
he will recover his senses. You should ask your servant to prepare a wooden
crutch in order your son protect his leg; after a week he would be able to
walk without anything, though he should avoid any great effort with the
damaged leg. After a month without any other problem, he will be able to do
anything as before the accident." The woman could not retain her tears and
tried to kiss Marco's hand as she said:

	"Thanks White Druid for your favour; the Great Mother knew what she
was doing when she gifted you." Marco did not allow the woman to kiss his
hand; on contrary, Marco pleaded her not to disclose his identity under any
circumstance. In that moment the boy on the bed moved, opened his eyes and
called for his mother. She tenderly went near him and cuddled him softly.

	"What had happened to me?" The little girl near the large bed said:

	"Don't you remember, brother? You are a mean boy and broke your
leg. This man and his boy have cured you." He immediately recovered
entirely his senses as he stared at Kist that was on the other side of the
bed and smiled to him.

	"Thanks for healing my pains; I feel nothing, as if my legs had not
been broken. I have no pain at all!"

	"That's good, Kobe, but don't forget you broke two bones and they
need to weld; your mother has clear instructions how you should
behave. Probably in a couple of weeks I'll see you again."

	"I suppose you will stay here tonight, your mules and you need some
rest." The woman said. Then the boy insisted.

	"Please sir, accept our hospitality!" Marco saw in Kist's eyes the
same request and he could not but to accept the woman's offer.

	"Alright, we'll stay here until tomorrow at dawn; we need to wash
ourselves properly and get some rest."

	"I'll order to get ready the guest room for both of you. Meanwhile
a servant will wash your clothes and get them ready for tonight. It is a
sunny day and will dry anything."

	"Please mom, can Kist sleep with me in this bed? It is a long time
since my cousin came and I have not any friend round here to talk
to. Besides he can tell me to be careful until I have the crutch."

	"Well, it is Kist and his master's decision; we cannot force them
on this subject." Before Kist could say anything, Marco remembered how Kist
had sucked the boy's dick during the operation.

	"He will be very pleased staying with you, Kobe; besides, boys need
other boys' company. Kobe flushed because he was not totally asleep when
Kist sucked his cock and lapped his abdomen, removing his watery semen.

	"Great!" He was to stand but Kist stopped him. He requested the
crutch that the servant had made for the boy and brought just a few minutes
ago.

	"Use this for a while; at least for one and a half week. I'll help
you dressing and walking." Kist said. The boy again blushed because he had
never been dressed by anyone, as far as he could remember, except by his
mother; but said nothing. Kist stared at Marco and the woman as they
understood. They left the room as the little girl mocked to his brother.

	"You mean boy cannot dress yourself. I'll tell our cousins when
they come here!" The boy took one of his shoes to throw it to the girl, but
Kist stopped him.

	"A brave boy, like you are, doesn't care about what a little baby
says, as she is."

	"Yes you are right. Let's go out and I'll show you the farmhouse."
The new friends left the room, Kobe always using the crutch and leaning on
Kist shoulder. After a while Kobe said: "You are not an Eduo, are you Kist?
I have seen many Eduo boys and none of them had that blond and near white
hair of yours." The boy smiled to Kist.

	"No, I am not; I'm a Briton. Someone took me away from my family
when I was five; after a few changes I came to befriend Vercingetorix's
son, living under his protection.  Unfortunately his men are not so
respectful with orphan boys; most of them are fucking scoundrels. Had not
been for the druid Yankton, I would have been fucked many times. That, if
made by a boy, there would not be much problem, but a man cock must hurt a
lot." Kobe thought for a moment and then said:

	"I know a boy of our age that enjoys it very much, though he said
it hurt a lot the first times, but now he enjoys it." He was to continue
talking on the subject when a servant came to tell them to return
home. After the late lunch the two boys went to a large room; in the
shelves there were many scrolls well ordered that called Kist's attention.

	"What are those scrolls for?" The boy asked.

	"They are my mother's property, she reads them often and is the
only woman in many miles around who can read; she is very fond of them. She
told me I should learn to read and write, like all members of his origin
family; but my father said I won't need it, since it is of not use to learn
that."

	"May I to have a look on them?"

	"I guess there is not any problem, whenever we take care of them."
Kist reached one and spread it on the table. Kobe seemed amazed that a boy
near slave as Kist could read. With some effort the boy started reading
capturing Kobe's attention.

	"It is about the history of Troy where a prince abducted a girl and
took her to his country; her father declared the war to the prince's
father. The girl was already engaged to a king friend of her father, so he
also helped in the war. It is a nice story that my master related me.

	"Please, could you read it for me? With the situation of my leg I
cannot show you many things." Kist sighed.

	"I'll try, but you must be patient since I have started reading
only a few weeks ago."  They sat comfortably in two chairs near a window
and the boys forgot the time as they were immersed in the story. They had
to stop because there was not enough daylight to read. Kobe took his crutch
to go for some candles when his mother entered; she was surprised to see
the scroll spread on the table.

	"What are you doing with that scroll, boys? I think I have told you
many times not to touch them, Kobe."

	"Sorry mom, but I did not know there were so nice stories written
on them. Surprise yourself mom! Kist knows how to read and was doing it for
me. Isn't that great? I want to learn to read, too."

	"That was not your opinion until today, my son." Ashamed the boy
bent his head.

	"Yes mother; but now I have changed my mind." The woman appreciated
her son's intelligence not blaming his own father for not letting him
learning to read and write.

	"Alright, we'll talk about it tomorrow when your father returns. If
you promise to look after the scroll carefully, you can take it to your
room and continued reading after dinner; but beware of the fire." The boy
with some difficult stood and hugged his mother round the waist.

	"Thanks mom, don't worry, we'll take care of it." The mother sighed
and stared at Kist; she knew the boy had made the miracle, now she had to
convince her illiterate husband that, since a long time, had decided his
son to be an illiterate as he was, but a good warrior. The woman and Marco
talked about many things, especially about the current war against Rome;
she was very proud of her men, but was almost sure that, sooner or later,
Rome would defeat their forces.

After dinner, the boys went to Kobe's room and Kist again started reading
the old story about the Troy's battle and the trick to hide inside the
wooden big horse. It was late when Kist ended the lecture; they were
excited with the outcome of the fight. Carefully the boys placed the scroll
far from the candle and lay on their sides on the bed with their heads on
the pillow, their faces near touching. All the sudden Kobe caressed his new
friend's blond hair, as he said:

	"You have a lovely hair and face, Kist. You look more like an
aristocratic boy than near a slaved boy; if I had the powers, you would be
like I am, though you are the greatest boy on the world for me." Saying
this, Kobe impulsively kissed his friend on the lips, a tender kiss of
love. He flushed and added: "Sorry Kist, I did not mean it; I have never
kissed any one." Kist caressed the boy's smooth face and, with all the love
he could gather, returned the kiss, but this time longer and
passionate. Excited, they undressed, Kist helped Kobe and soon the boys
were naked under the covers.

	"I like you very much Kobe. You are a lovely and good boy as the
twins and Keel are.  I'm very fortunate to have met you. If you don't mind
and like, I want to make this night unforgettable for both of us." Kobe
needed not anything more from his new friend; he extended his arms round
the boy he had in front of him, and started kissing and caressing him;
their dicks were very hard and had started spitting little drops of
precum. When they were very hot, to Kobe's surprise, Kist broke the kiss
and turned into what we call a 69 position; without any doubt he engulfed
his friend's dick till his nose rubbed Kobe's devoid of hair crotch. Kobe
had never dared to suck another boy's dick though he eagerly wanted it; so
this time he had not any option but to suck his friend's cock. Without any
doubt he took Kist clean cock into his mouth, the sensation was great as he
followed his most experienced friend. He could not understand why he had
not made this before. His mind was overwhelmed with lust and would have
killed anyone that interrupted them. Kist knew what was in his new friend's
mind and did not stop, though stopping would have increased his glorious
feeling. Only a few minutes passed and Kobe thought he was going to pass
away. All of the sudden, his body did not obey him, his legs stretched out
and tensed his whole body; he stopped breathing as a tremendous explosion
of colours filled his mind. He recovered his breathing as his mouth
received the warm small load from his friend. He did not stop sucking and
swallowed the little amount that he received. After some minutes Kist
recovered his breath and turned to his original position. Kobe stared at
him tenderly and both went into a very tight hug.

	"I love you, Kobe.

	"I love you too, Kist. I didn't know this was so good with another
boy. I didn't dare to express what I felt because I thought they would
label me with a nasty nickname, though I know there are many boys and men
in the same situation than I am. Thanks for teaching me so many things."
The boy said sadly as Kist caressed his smooth face.

	"This wouldn't be a problem if you were an Eduo and lived in
Diviciaco's land; there, no one care about what you feel or do sexually,
whenever you respect his or her freedom to choose."

	"I have heard about it, but I didn't believe this; they are very
lucky."

	"It is not a question of luck, but common sense. For example: Dart
is in love with Keel, and Doro is with me; however, Doro and Keel have
girlfriends in their village to whom they have promised to marry when they
grow up and become adults. They spent the night together in the forest and
fucked them during the equinoctial day." Kobe sighed.

	"Have you ever fucked a girl or a boy, Kist?"

	"No. Neither I have been fucked nor did I fuck anyone. Doro said it
hurts and he loved me, so he did not want to cause me any pain. On the
other hand, I wasn't sure about it, so we postponed it for some other
time. I know that Keel fucks Dart near every night; he said it hurts some
at the beginning, but enjoyed it afterwards a lot." Both boys got in
silence involved in their own thoughts; then Kobe said.

	"Kist, would you fuck me in my butt tonight? I don't mind if it
hurts; I want to experience it though I like girls, too." Kist again
caressed his new friend smooth face and kissed him tenderly a peck on the
upright nose.

	"I am sure we'll see each other soon, now you have a broken leg;
next time, if you still want it, I'll be more than happy doing it to you,
even you might do it to me, if you like. For a night we'll be Eduos." They
laughed and Kobe said:

	"Yes, you are right; next time we will make it. We better sleep;
tomorrow you have a long trip. Good nights, my friend."

       "Good nights, Kobe. Be a good boy in order your leg heal well. Both
drifted to sleep, hoping to have nice dreams. At dawn they got up, and
after a huge breakfast they said goodbye. Kist and Kobe hugged, and Marco
observed something special on the boys; Kobe had watering eyes. His father
arrived near the sunset and his wife told him about everything, including
Kobe will to learn to write and read. He was not very happy but did not
object. The news about the White Druid spread over the country quickly, so
Vercingetorix knew it in advance before Marco and Kist arrived. When Marco
and the boy were a few miles away from the farm, Marco asked:

       "It seems you have established a good relationship with Kobe, he
looked almost near to break during our farewell."

       "Yes, you are right. I don't know why this society establishes
levels on the persons, near him I did not feel I was any different;
he... he is suffering because now he likes boys rather than girls; he fears
his father could find out and could punish him for feeling like that."

       "That is a pity and unfortunately we can't do anything to change his
progenitor's mind.  Maybe it is only part of growing up, and he will change
when he is an adult. In any instance, if we meet him again, he will have
all our support." Marco changed the subject about reading.  "Let's start
again reading; you have improved a lot lately, but you need to continue."
Marco extracted a new chunk and handed it to the boy. "This is a more
difficult reading; if you have difficulty about any word, please ask me."
Kist took the wooden part and started studying it.  During the time
previous to the sunset he wrote in another slab copying and reading.

	"In a couple of days we'll be at our destination. Probably some
warriors will stop us before we reach the fortress." Marco grinned.

	"Don't worry; we are not apparently armed, so we don't need to care
about."

	"Some times the warriors are very stubborn, though they don't have
any order. Why do you say apparently?" We are not carrying any weapon, are
we?" Marco fixed his eyes on the boy and explored his mind. He could see no
malice but honesty in his mind. Later when they were getting ready their
beds after having dinner Marco said.

	"I did not answer your question because it was not a right place
like it is here. Watch that old trunk that is on the middle or our way."
The boy turned his head, and in seconds, he could watch how the heavy dead
tree flew in the air to a nearby stream like the wind could fly a
feather. He opened wide his blue eyes in disbelief.

	"My goddess, how... how did you do that? Even one hundred men
couldn't do that, even together. Certainly we don't need weapons." Marco
ruffled the boy's silky hair.

	"Remember what your have promised, Kist." The boy grinned. The
following day, near midmorning as they were passing thru an exuberant
meadow, they watched how a group of armed riders approached to them. They
stopped at some distance and one who looked as the boss, dismounted and
kneeled in front of them.

	"Welcome to our land, White Druid. If you don't mind, please,
follow our group up; our Great Warrior Vercingetorix is anxiously waiting
for you; his boy has worsened, that's why he hasn't come to receive you
personally."

	"We understand, good man. We eagerly want to see the boy; that's
why we have made this long trip." The man stared at Kist, but said
nothing. They went thru the wall main gate and the boy could observe many
warriors doing exercises, however not as much as he saw in Julio's
fortress. They stopped in front of a red brick building and other warriors
took the mules with them. As they were thru a large corridor, a strong tall
man came out from one of the rooms; Marco felt Kist's hand pressing one of
his fingers; that was the signal to identify Vercingetorix.  The man had
long beard and apparently he was in his late thirties. He extended his
strong arm greeting Marco.

	"You are welcomed to my house, White Druid; I'm sorry I couldn't go
to received you."  He then stared at Kist and smiled to him; then added:
"Kist, my son has asked many times about you." The boy felt how his throat
tighter; he loved the eleven-years-old boy with all his heart.

	"Excuse me sir, while you both are talking, may I see him?"

	"Of course, boy. No one will disturb you." Kist ran thru different
rooms until he entered where the little boy was lying. As he heard the
noise turned his white head, watching how his friend approached to the
bed. He quickly stood and both boys went into a tight hug. After a couple
of minutes, the sick boy asked:

	"Did you bring the White Druid with you?"

	"Yes, he is talking to your father in the corridor; he'll be here
in a minute." The younger boy forced a smile and Kist could not avoid two
tears dribbling along his cheeks. "Don't worry Kist; no one will dare to
touch you while you are here." The boy again lay on the bed without
detaching from Kist's hand. "Where's Yankton, Kist?"

	"He's too old and could not resist this trip back. But forget about
him, please; how do you feel?" The boy stared at his friend sadly, as he
slowly said:

	"My father is a great warrior and a better father, but
unfortunately I think I'll be within the Great Mother very soon." Kist
interrupted him arguing.

	"Please, don't say that. Marco is great and has many powers. I have
a surprise for you."  Kist looked around and saw a large scroll on the
nearby table. He took it with care and started to read the first lines, yet
from the head he knew that was something confidential, so he returned it to
the table.

	"Why have you stopped and returned the scroll over there?"

	"It is a confidential message and I suppose we are not entitled to
read it." The younger boy looked astonished with Kist's answer and the
proof of his reading.

	"You have changed a lot, my friend; if I knew how to read I would
not stop reading everything, but my father said it is not necessary for me
to learn; there are others the can do it for us."

	"That's a terrible mistake, because I could deceive anyone who is
hearing, unless there is another person present who also could read."

	"Yes, you are right, Kist. You deserve to be in a different place
where persons could appreciate your intelligence, and not being here with
this barbarian people. My mother told me these words and..." Kist caressed
the boy's white face as he tried to keep back his tears.

	"As usual, you behave as an adult and not as an eleven-years-old
boy." The boy was to answer as he felt a sharp headache; a grimace appeared
on his lovely face as he tried not to weep. Kist dragged the boy to his
chest and rubbed his back; he did not want his friend watching his tears,
but could not stop them.

CHAPTER 17

In that moment the boy's father, a druid, and Marco entered in the
room. Vercingetorix had watched Kist talking to his son; he sighed and
recognized how unfair they had been with the Briton boy. Marco then told
the father and to his colleague:

	Please, leave us alone with your son; you can listen to him from
the other room while I question him." The father understood but the druid
was not very pleased. As soon as they left, Marco placed his right hand on
the boy forehead and immediately noticed what he was looking for.

	"That's the place where I feel the pain." The boy said. Marco did
not retrieve his hand and the ache vanished."

	"How do you feel now, Worten?

	"It is gone!" I feel nothing!" Marco explored the naked body trying
to find more signals of the sickness, but found nothing. He knew for
certain what they boy had and where the problem was.

	"We have finished little man; now you can dress and play with
Kist. If you feel again any pain you must take the medicine provided by
your druid. Tomorrow afternoon we'll return. The boy's father entered again
and Marco stared at him. He understood what the White Druid wanted.

	"Son, you can do whatever you like best; Kist will remain with you
if he wants to."

	"I do, sir." Kist immediately said. Do you have any nice written
story to read?" This shocked the man, but said nothing. He went to a large
wardrobe and extracted a large scroll.

	"This is about the Punic Wars of many years ago. Do you like this,
son?"

	"Yes, father. Kist will read it to me." The strong man forced a
smile and left the room accompanied by Marco. They walked along the
corridors until they got to a large and well cared garden. In the centre,
there was a marble bench and both men sat down. The great warrior then
said:

	"Well, what do you think about my boy?" Marco ordered his thoughts
to answer the intelligent father.

	"I wouldn't be fair if I said different from what Yankton told you;
he was right. The boy has a tumour into his brain; and up to now there is
no solution for it." The man sighed as Marco continued. "When I went to
Egypt, some physicians tried to remove a similar tumour by performing
trepanation, but the boy died in a few minutes. They had never succeeded on
it." He paused and Vercingetorix asked.

	"Do you mean he has to continue with the aches until he passes
away? I can't bear watching him suffering, I prefer..." He did not end the
sentence as Marco stopped him.

	"He doesn't need to suffer. Thanks to the Great Mother who gifted
me, I think I can help him, but I can't do miracles. I can heal his pains,
but I can't stop that his life ends, though I don't know when; but most
likely you won't have grandchildren. I wonder how long he will live, but
the aches will disappear forever. While the Great Mother keeps him alive he
will be a normal boy."  Vercingetorix rose from the seat and hugged
Marco. Marco knew the great warrior was almost near to break.

	"Marco if you do that, I will never thank you enough for this great
favour. After all, we have to die some time, but he's too young to put up
with those terrible pains. Please proceed as you think it is necessary as
soon as possible."

	"During the morning Kist and I must go to the forest to pray to the
Great Mother and take some sunshine to fill our spirits with energy. I'll
carry out the operation tomorrow afternoon." Marco guessed the man's
thoughts, and added: "You don't need to provide us with any escort."
Vercingetorix was amazed how the druid guessed his thoughts. They returned
to the boys' room, the children did not notice their presence as they were
engrossed in the story that Kist was reading.

	"If I can remember, Kist didn't know to read or write." Marco
grinned.

	"He's very intelligent, and with a little help he has learnt
quickly. My boys helped him."  As soon as the young boy saw his father he
went to him and jumped on his chest; the strong man rubbed his son's back
as he said with soothing words:

	"The White Druid has told me he will relieve you from your
headaches, though he ignores if they will return or not; that's the Great
Mother's business and he's only a man." The boy kissed his father's cheek
as he whispered into his ears.

	"For the first time after the pains started, I fee really well and
happy today, dad. Kist is being what I always wanted to be; you must
promise me something, dad.

	"What is it, son?"

	"Once I am cured, you must give Kist his full freedom; he had not
said anything to me but I know he wants it, and when he grows will return
to Britannia to find out about his family.  He's very reluctant to speak
about it, but I know he wanted this before he accompanied Yankton to meet
the White Druid."

	"It is granted. He deserves it, only for these moments..." The boy
interrupted his father.

	"Do you know that, besides a great warrior you are the best father
of the world?" The man hugged tightly his only real son. The clever boy
disentangled from his father's arms as Marco was talking with Kist about
the next morning's walk. That was heard by Worten as Marco said:

	"If you like and your father has not any objection, you also can
come with us. A morning in the countryside will make you better than being
here alone." The boy stared at his father that wasn't ready to accept it,
unless an escort was provided for safety; but the White Druid then added:
"I'll lose my life before anything can happen to the boys."

	"Alright, White Druid. I take your word." Then Kist asked to his
master and to the young boy's father.

	"May I stay with Worten tonight? There is more than enough space in
this bed for both."  The men grinned and left the room. As soon as the
adults were gone they returned to the reading. They ended the story almost
near dinner time. After the supper the boys returned to their room; they
were excited. Then Kist asked his friend.

	"Since I slept with the Eduo boys I always do it naked, do you
mind...?" The younger boy grinned cunningly, went to the door and locked
it; soon he was naked and went under the covers as Kist did the same. They
were facing each other, their faces only centimetres separated. The younger
boy touched Kist's silky hair and face.

	"Kist, I always wanted to do this, even in my nightmares I saw you,
and you came to release my pain; but I was very sad when it started again
and you were not near me." Kist approached and kissed the little boy on his
forehead.

	"You were all the time in my thoughts, my little brother, and I
would do anything to please you, even my life if with it I could cure
you. But my master is a great man, greater than he seems to be and you or
your father can imagine; I cannot release a single word about what I have
seen him doing, but trust us."

	"I'll do whenever you are near me, Kist." He then grinned and
changed the subject.

	"Why are you grinning, little rascal?"

	"Do you remember what we did together in the forests, before my
aches started? I have thought many times and my little brother immediately
starts getting hard, like now." The boy raised the covers and there he had
a fresh little penis harder than a rock, the head poking thru the
foreskin. Kist touched it with care as the little boy sighed.

	"In the Eduos' land you don't need to lock the door or to hide; you
can do whatever you like whenever you don't attempt to their freedom. Girls
and boys can do anything to enjoy their mutual lives. Marco, my master, has
three boys under his custody, so I joined them and we had had the most
wonderful night you can imagine; I thought I was in the heaven." Kist's
words even excited more the younger boy.

	"Please Kist, do it to me what you did with your Eduos friends."

	"Are you sure?"

	"Yes, I am. I promise not to tell anybody, this will be our secret,
our bond as two brothers. I have dreamed many times with you being my big
brother and doing things together."  Kist smirked in complicity; he had
learnt a lot with the twins and now was ready to send this little boy to
the moon's orbit.

He dragged the covers to the bottom of the bed, and in front of him
appeared the lovely boy little stick in all its glory. The older boy did
not hesitate, and in seconds he took the little boy's whole package into
his mouth; Worten moaned in pleasure showing a beautiful smile on his
face. Kist sucked slowly and eagerly the hard penis; after some time the
younger boy closed the eyes, placing his hands on his friend's head; now he
was concentrated in his lust. Soon he started breathing hard as
involuntarily gasped. Kist lapped the dickhead with the tip of his tongue
as he started jacking himself off. After some minutes Worten's body tensed
as he spread his legs giving more space to his friend. Kist felt that the
boy was near his orgasm and increased the speed of his sucking. Soon Worten
could not control himself; he was breathing hard and suddenly he raised his
heaps trying to get the maximum of his little penis into his friend's
mouth.  Kist knew that the boy was reaching the peak of his orgasm, and in
order to prevent his yell being heard outside, he left out of his mouth the
little cock and continued with his hand, while he sealed his lips on
Worten's. The sound of his yell went thru his nose as he kneaded Kist's
butt cheeks and tried to drill his friend's navel. Worten collapsed on his
back as Kist broke the kiss; he was sweating and struggling for air. Kist
then continued jacking himself off, and in seconds he discharged his little
load on the little boy's belly, still his penis was jerking with each heart
beat. Worten opened the eyes as he watched his friend lapping his belly
cleaning him as a cat does to his kittens. Kist lay on his side near the
little boy as he extended his white thin arms and hugged his friend gently.

	"Thanks Kist, it has been more than wonderful, especially when I
saw the explosion of colours." Kist grinned and caressed the lovely boy
face.

	"We better drift to sleep if we want to hike tomorrow to the
river."

	"Yes, you are right." Worten then gave a peck to Kist on the lips
as he smiled. Then Kist dragged the covers up to them. Kist unlocked the
door and put off the candle. A few minutes later they were rock asleep
cuddled into each other arms. The following morning at the sunrise they
walked up to the kitchen and had a huge breakfast; Marco and Vercingetorix
were already there as Worten grinning jumped on his father's lap and kissed
him. The man could not believe what his son was doing. With a bump in his
throat h dragged his son to his chest and kissed him on the head.

	"How was the night, son?"

	"Wonderful, I can't believe I feel so good!" Vercingetorix rubbed
tenderly his son's back with a sigh. After breakfast, the three left the
fortress walking to the near forest. As they crossed the tree line, a group
of five men appeared in front of Vercingetorix.

	"You must look after them without them noticing your presence. Stay
hidden until they return home."

	"Understood, sir." The five men run to the forest. Marco, Worten
and Kist were having a great time; the boys were playing, climbing to the
trees and running on the soft grass. Marco was lying on his back receiving
the sunshine on his nude body. Soon Kist said:

	"Master, can we swim in the river? The water is not very cold."

	"Yes. Why not? I'll accompany you." The three jumped into the
crystal water, as the guardians' boss commented to his nearer man.

	"Who could say that Worten has been so ill? This man deserves all
our respect, no matter whether he is half Roman and half Eduo."

	Yes, he must be a great man. I have been told that on his way to
here, he repaired our boss son's leg. He told me he would like to meet him
to thanks for what he did to his child, but Vercingetorix doesn't allow
anyone to talk to him.

They swam for some time, then naked as they were, laid their back on the
soft grass to the sun.  Round midday they started walking up to the
fortress, followed by their guardians. Marco knew the men's presence but he
understood Vercingetorix's caution regarding his only son. They had lunch
and went to play in their room, while Marco got ready for the operation.

	"I can't remember when I was as happy as today, Kist; all I can
recall is my headache day and night and the nasty medicine that I had to
take, which makes me to sleep but with nightmares." The boy felt sorry for
his friend; he would have liked to give strong hopes to him, but he could
not; Marco was the only one who might do. He hugged tenderly the
eleven-years- old boy.

	"Please have faith; the Great Mother will cure you." Marco and the
boy's father entered in the room.

	"How is my boy?"

	"Very well father." Then Marco said to the father.

	"In some minutes we'll start; Worten will feel nothing, except that
he wants to sleep for a while, but that's a consequence of the small
portion of drug that I have put into the water. I prefer nobody is here,
except Kist to help me, since I will experiment the worst part."
Vercingetorix was not silly and assumed Marco's reasons.

	"Don't worry my friend; I'll be in the next room in order no one
disturbs you."

	"Thanks for your understanding." The man went out closing the heavy
door behind him.  Marco then sat down on the bed's edge with the two boys
round him. "Worten, as I said to your father, you will feel nothing, except
probably some ticklish and happiness, though you will be a little asleep."
Then Marco turned to Kist. "Kist, this will be one of the few times that
I'll spend near all my energies, therefore I'll feel very tired and most
likely I'll want to lay on the bed; if this is the case, before you put me
under the covers, give me this glass of milk with honey.  Understood?"

	"Yes, master." Kist seemed seriously concerned as he gave the glass
of water to Worten; after drinking it he went to lay on the centre of the
bed, but Marco told him:

	"Please Worten; lay near the edge of the bed and with no clothes at
all on." He drunk the water and took off his tunic, lying on the bed; Kist
covered him with a fine sheet. He started chatting with Kist, but after a
few minutes he closed his eyes and showed the large eyelashes that Kist
much loved since he knew the boy. Then Marco also got naked, except for his
britches; his barefoot pressing the marble floor. Kist felt how his heart
started to beat strongly as his master retrieved the cloth covering his
friend; he began murmuring arcane words as if he were praying. Then he
placed both of his white hands on Worten's forehead, as he continued
murmuring incompressible words, as when he cured the broken leg some weeks
back, but longer. A powerful brilliant white-blue light appeared in his
fingers, but this time creeping thru his arms to his body, and then to his
legs as waves; disappearing as it reached the floor. His body seemed a
lighted torch without fire. The man's face contorted with a strange
grimace, as if he was feeling a great pain and could not get rid of
it. Kist could watch his master's body transparent as a ghost. On contrary,
Worten had a beautiful angel smile and his red lips parted to show his
white child teeth in a beautiful smile. Kist felt a wave of love for his
friend, and at the same time he was very scared about his dear master. Long
minutes elapsed and the light got less brilliant until it slowly faded out
to nothing. Kist knew his master needed him; he took the glass of milk that
he drank eagerly. Then dragged Worten to the centre of the bed and pushed
his master to lie where the boy had been. Both were hard asleep. Kist
covered them and then went to the room where his friend's father was.

	"Sir, everything is over." Vercingetorix near jumped from his seat
and then entered in the room. The strong and brave warrior could not stop
two tears dribbled along his cheeks, as he saw his son was lying on the bed
with beautiful red cheeks. The boy opened the eyes and seeing his father,
quickly stood, jumped from the bed and ran into his father's arms. The man
embraced and kissed his offspring tenderly as he caressed his back and
hair.

	"How do you feel, my son?"

	"Wonderful dad and very hungry; I never felt before as in this
moment." Vercingetorix then placed Worten on the floor and hugged Kist very
tight.

	"Thanks Kist for what you both have done to Worten; I expect your
master recover his senses to hug him. Now we better carry him to his room
in order he can rest comfortably there."  The man called his personal
assistant, and some minutes later four strong men transported Marco in a
stretcher to his room. He gave special orders about his new friend as
Worten said.

	"Dad, I would like Kist sleep with me tonight." Before the father
could answer Kist said.

	"I like the idea Worten, but my master will need me when he wakes
up. I'll see you tomorrow morning, and then we can play or run, if your
father has not any objection." Worten put on his tunic, gave his hand to
his father and both left the room. Kist went to his master's room, closed
the door and kneeled near him on the bed; with all the tenderness he could
muster caressed the sleeping man's forehead and kissed him. Marco slept
until night; as he moved the boy neared him caressing his hair; the young
man grinned to him, extended his arm and ruffled the white silky hair.

	"You are a good and efficient assistant, my boy!" Kist grinned, and
he could not stop hugging the man placing his white head on Marco's neck
whispering.

	"I love you Marco Tulio; thanks for curing Worten, he's a good boy,
too; Vercingetorix doesn't deserve his son. He is more like his mother used
to be." Marco moved and sat on the bed edge; he caressed the boy's hair
again and his face; then hugged his assistant and kissed him on the
forehead.

	"Kist, I'm very fortunate having round me so good boys that soon
will be men. You don't need to thank anything regarding Worten; what we
have done was to heal his pain forever, but unfortunately his sickness is
still there, though he won't feel it anymore." He then changed the
subject. "Now, please bring some food, we need to recover our strengths as
soon as possible; don't forget we still have a long trip back home."
Marco's words filled the boy heart with emotion as he mentioned
"home". Yes, he thought his home was far away near Dart, Doro and Keel, not
here.

The following day everybody was happy. Worten came to wake them up arguing
the beautiful and sunny day. After heaving a huge breakfast, as before,
they went to the forest, and swam in the river as Marco lay under the
sun. They returned when the day was winding down near at the sunset, all
fully recovered. The boys went to their room and Kist read another story to
Worten.  After dinner they went to bed together and they made what hot boys
do when they are alone and want to please each other in all senses. Worten
learnt that night what love really means when two human beings are devoted
to each other; that would make harder their farewell but they did not mind,
since they would keep their friendship in their hearts forever.

The warriors watched the two boys and the White Druid walking to the
forests as Vercingetorix explained to his high rank officers what Marco had
done to his son. Needless to say that the news about the cure of Worten by
the White Druid spread thru The Gals like the wind from the West, even
reached Brittany and the Sacred Island (today Ireland) where the Druid
Council was having the annual meeting. Many added or changed events that
never took place.  Nevertheless, only a few persons knew the real name of
the White Druid and what had really happened in the large fortress. The
oldest man that was presiding the Council, said:

	"There is not any doubt that the Great Mother has chosen her
son. The prophecy is being completed."

CHAPTER 18

The next day Vercingetorix and Marco had a long conversation regarding the
current situation.  The boys were playing in the gardens surrounding the
fortress, promising many things that they knew would never comply; but they
were boys and had different hopes out of the adults. Marco was saying to
the great warrior:

	"Do you know what would be my best wish? To end with this war and
return to watch you and Worten together; he loves dearly you in spite he
has nothing in common with you; he is a peaceful human being. Please don't
confuse with coward, he's braver than you can imagine."  Vercingetorix
sighed, he knew very well his son.

	"I don't know. Unfortunately I have a must: to win the war and
expel Rome's army from our land. In respect to Worten, you are right; he's
like his mother was and if he lives long enough, I will never try to
convince him to take the weapons to fight in absurd battles. Some times a
decision can change the destiny of a nation." He paused and Marco asked:

	"What are you referring to?" The strong man grinned.

	"Just some months ago I had the support of Secuanos, Helvetians,
Germans... and many other smaller tribes, as well as the neutrality of the
almighty powerful Eduos. A stupid man spoiled the whole thing by killing
Diviciaco. I should have killed him when Kurt gave me the opportunity, now
our forces are more or less equal."

	"I don't want to talk about politic situations. Please don't say
anything that Julio should not know; I won't be able to deceive him if I am
asked. My heart bleeds for equal when I find an Eduo, Secuano or Roman
wounded; for me all of them are human beings rather than soldiers or
warriors, therefore I'll help all, no matter whether they are friends or
enemies."

	"Thanks for your honesty. Besides I owe you the life of my son and
this will always be in my heart; a debt that I'll never be able to pay
back."

	You owe my nothing, but to the Great Mother who gave me the
powers." He paused for a moment. "However I would like to ask you for a
favour."

	"Name it, if it is on my hands it is granted." Marco sighed.

	"It is in your hands and it will cost you nothing: I want Kist
manumission in order he can stay with me." Vercingetorix grinned as he
answered.

	"Strange coincidence; Worten also asked me that before he was
cured; that was his condition to submit himself to your operation, and I
granted it, so you are a little bit late.  However, from the legal point of
view I couldn't get his manumission; I am not his owner." Marco stared at
him with a question in his eyes as the great warrior continued. "Kist is
not and never was a slave, but a free person coming from a great Briton
family; he is an orphan under my custody; so I can transmit his custody, if
he agrees. Unfortunately we have not been very fair with this boy, except
my son... Tomorrow I'll give you the document with the details."

After four days together enjoying each other company, the moment of the
departure arrived.  That night they talked, played and read until Kist knew
his friend was very tired. He had done on purpose in order to avoid their
farewell. When the boy was hard asleep, Kist got dressed, kissed his
friend's lips and on his forehead and said goodbye with tears on his
face. He assumed they would never meet again in this world. He pushed the
door and entered into Marco's room; he still was asleep reading a document;
he watched his new boy approaching, stood and both went into a tight
embrace. Kist could not stop his tears as Marco undressed him and both went
under covers; no a word needed to be expressed. Before dawn, they had a
huge breakfast as a slave brought the mules from the stable; Vercingetorix
was there to say goodbye.

	"Good bye my child," Said the great man as he ruffled the boy's
white hair. "Be a good boy to your new father, I'm sure he will treat you
better than we did here." Kist thought not to say anything but he changed
his mind in the last moment.

	"Thank you, sir. Please tell Worten that I love him; I'll never
forget our friendship since he has a place deep in my heart. I have left a
little written note for him; he must read it when he learns how to read."
He could not continue because he was near breaking. Both men hugged wishing
good luck. Marco then said:

	"Should you need me, please call me and I'll come. Goodbye and good
luck." The mules started a low trotting and some moments later they
disappeared into the thick forest. For a few hours Marco and Kist advanced
to the south-west avoiding any farm or village, in order to get home as
soon as possible. Both were involved in their own thoughts, Kist had his
heart broken because he did not say goodbye to his friend and former
master, but on the other hand, he hated his father. After some time he
thought that the worst would be to come back again, however he planned to
go directly to Britannia and try to find his family; though the best thing
would be to remain with his dear master Marco, forming part of his family;
but that was impossible. Probably Worten had not complied with his word in
order his father freed him. His thoughts were interrupted by Marco's voice.

	"Kist, it is near the sunset and we have not stopped for
lunch. This is a good place to spend the night and give some rest to the
animals." They stopped under something like a rock canopy that would
shelter them and the animals from bad weather.

	"Yes sir. You are right; it seems we are flying away, but we are
not." Marco giggled as the boy dismounted and started getting ready
everything to spend the night. Worten's father had provided another mule to
carry food and the presents for the boys. After finishing dinner, they sat
down on an old dry log looking to the West, where the sun was disappearing
behind the green and far mountains.

	"Kist, you are too silence. What are you thinking about?"

	"I should say the same about you, shouldn't I?"

	"Yes intelligent boy." Kist sighed. "But I have many problems to
think about... and the most important one is near me: you!"

	"Me?" The boy got astonished, how could he be a problem? He
thought. "I am a poor lonely slave boy that must return to grow up amongst
barbarians, now that I have enjoyed the sweet flavour of the friendship and
freedom." His throat tightened and could not continue speaking as his blue
eyes blurred.

	"You are a little liar." Kist near jumped from his seat hearing
Marco calling him liar; but the man added quickly before the boy could say
anything else. "You aren't a poor lonely slave boy that must return within
Vercingetorix's people." Without any further explanation, Marco rose from
his seat, went where his mule's saddles were and extracted a little scroll;
then returned where the boy was sat and with his head bent. The man
continued speaking. "First: you are not alone, because you have the boys
and me. Second: you are not poor, because Vercingetorix has given me a fair
amount of money in gold coins to attend your education, or for you, if you
don't want to be educated. And finally third: you are not a slave and never
were; certainly you are an orphan, but probably you have family in
Britannia." Saying this Marco gave the boy the scroll. "Please, read it."
He could not believe what he was reading: Marco was his legal tutor and
protector!!! He stared at the man slowly, rubbed his eyes and felt a great
need to hug and to kiss him. But instead of crying of happiness, he pushed
the man to the soft grass and began making ticklish to Marco as he shouted:

	"You are the greatest rascal I ever seen. Rascal!!! I won't forgive
you for not telling me anything before!!!" Marco reciprocated the boy as
they rolled on the floor laughing and crying at the same time. Finally they
stopped as Kist was on top of his new guardian, sat on his chest,
straddling him. They kept silence and expectant for some seconds, and then
Kist bent his head and kissed the man tenderly on the lips. After some
seconds, the kiss changed from tenderness to passion as the boy introduced
his tongue into Marco's mouth; he received it with real satisfaction
because he had thought many times about this young Apollo. However, in that
moment he was aware he had the boy's custody and that changed
everything. He broke the kiss before the boy's surprise. The lad felt hurt
as he thought was being rejected, but Marco caressed the silky white hair
and gently said:

	"I love you Kist and I know you love me." The boy was astounded,
because he noted Marco's erection near his own.

	"Why have you broken the kiss, then? I love what we are doing and I
know you liked it."

	"You aren't wrong, my boy; but I have your custody, so I am as your
own father; the same as I am for Keel and the twins. That makes me
responsible of you and of them; therefore I should not have sex with you as
a stranger would do." The boy lay on his side and watched carefully Marco.

	"I don't mind what the law says; we are alone here very far from
any inhabitant and I want to express you all what I have inside my heart
since I saw you with the twins. That night a cried bitterly because I
wanted to be loved and caressed as they were. I have missed my father or
brother from that instant, and now that I find them you reject me." Kist
wept, then stood and ran along the meadow, followed by Marco; he caught him
near a large tree. He turned the weeping and inconsolable boy to him, and
hugged the boy very tight while he felt the boy's convulsions as he
cried. Marco started rubbing softly his back.

	"Kist, my loved Kist! I will never reject you, but you should
understand me. What I don't want is to take this as normal; now I am your
father or brother and you are my son. We can do it in very exceptional
instants, because we love each other and you are only a child. I have gone
thru this stage in the past and I always thanked the person that was honest
to me." The boy wiped his eyes and hugged Marco on the waist.

	"I understand, brother. I'll take it as you said, but I am too
happy and I want, I need, to share my happiness with you because my heart
will never be happier than it is now." Marco grinned and Kist grinned,
too. He prepared the bed near under the large canopy that would shelter
them from any wind. The weather was warm considering they were in autumn,
but that occurred some times in The Gauls, especially when a raining winter
was expected. They lighted a little fire, duly protected, to give them
light rather than warmness that was not necessary. For the first time in
his life, Kist got naked in front of Marco. The man contemplated the boy's
beautiful features and sighed.

	"If we ever go to Rome, the sculptor working for Julio Caesar will
make a portrait of you; you are even better than Apollo; you must be proud
of what the Great Mother gifted you, Kist."  The boy moved a little in
order Marco could watch him carefully. Then he took his hand and both went
under the fine mutton skins they used as cover. The boy was already hard
and he extended his hand and untied Marco's britches cords. Both lay facing
each other, their faces only a few centimetres separated.

	"Marco, I thank you very much for wishing carving my figure; but
I'll never get naked voluntarily in front of any man, except you. You are
the only one who deserves it." Before Marco could say anything Kist sealed
his lips on Marco's; their tongues swirled inside and soon the boy was
gasping and moaning with pleasure. He wanted a quick release of his sexual
needs; but he could check Marco was in the same situation; so in few
minutes their bodies tensed and in seconds they exploded as volcanoes
spurting their hot loads. When they quietened, stared at each other and
started to laugh.

	"You were really in need." Marco teased the boy.

	"You, too. It was necessary, anyway; now will come the best part."

	"Let me have the lead, Kist; I'll send you to the outer space." The
boy grinned as he lay on his back; his dick pointing out to the rock
ceiling and over his head. More relaxed now, Marco started kissing the
boy's neck and sucking his ear lobes. Kist was very excited and Marco
thought he will never reach his objective because the boy would come
before. He descended to the perfect chest and sucked his nipples that were
very hard. Instinctively the boy placed his hands on the man's head as he
started moaning and breathing hard. Then Marco raised the boy's arms and
licked his clean and devoid of any hair armpits. Kist felt a great
sensation of a mix of laugh and lust; he did not know what to do as he was
nearing his orgasm.  Marco then stopped his caresses and turned to the
boy's face, kissing him on the forehead. Kist did not understand as Marco
chuckled. Stammering and near crying he could say:

	"Why have you stopped, now that I was so close?" Marco enjoyed the
beautiful perplexed figure as he kneaded the silky boy chest, pinching his
hard nipples.

	"I told you I wanted to send you over the stars, and that is part
of it." Kist did not understand, he knew Marco had a great experience; that
was what the twins told him. More calmed now, Marco resumed his task on the
excited boy; he drilled with the tip of his tongue the boy's navel; quickly
he moved to the boy's ball sack. With some difficulty, he took the two
pears into his mouth and sucked them. He could observe that Kist was
tilting his head from one side to the other of the small pillow, spreading
the sweated silky hair; he knew the boy was on the last steps of reaching
his orgasm. Marco placed his left hand on the boy's ball sack dragging down
the foreskin, so the wet dickhead appeared in all his glory covered with
precum. Quick as a ray, he engulfed the boy's dick to the hilt and started
sucking as a vacuum up and down. Only a few sucks were necessary as the
boy's body tensed, his legs stretched out, raised his hips and stopped
breathing; in seconds he groaned loudly as a wounded animal, starting to
spurt his small load of boy semen into the man's mouth. Marco drank it as
he continued sucking the boy's dick, until he felt the penis getting
soft. He then stopped and laid his elbow near the boy face: he was hard
asleep. He gave a peck on his sweated forehead and lay to sleep. He thought
to end the moment by masturbating himself, but he felt immensely happy and
did not like to make a profanation of the boy's moment; the Great Mother
would understand.

At dawn, with the first lights coming from the east, Kist woke up and found
himself cuddled in Marco's arms; he was deeply asleep. To his mind came the
memories of the previous night as his dick started to get hard. With care
of not waking him up, the boy disentangled from Marco and went to pee. He
came back and cuddled again within Marco's arms, but his dick continued
hard and he wanted to pay him back. Slowly he moved, so his head was in
front of the man's cock in a 69 position. Softly he started touching his
cock that immediately began to stiffen; he was excited as he knew the man
had not had any release before. After a few moments Kist dragged the
foreskin and took into his lips the fat head; he watched how Marco,
instinctively pushed out his hips facilitating the boy his sucking. He
heard how the man was moaning as his big balls hardened. All the sudden, he
felt lifted from his position to be on top of Marco belly and his hard boy
cock in the man's mouth. He grinned because he did not need to care about
waking him up. He put all his efforts on sucking the big tool until it
reached his throat near gagging him; he assumed what would happen within a
few minutes and that even encouraged him more. Due to the difference
between Kist and Marco, the boy made great efforts to keep into his mouth
as much as possible of his dick. Kist was in his glory as he felt how Marco
raised his hips, moaned in pleasure, and in seconds Kist noticed the warm
of his semen on his throat and more spurts on his palate and tongue. As he
tried to swallow all of it, his body responded to Marco sucks kneading his
butt cheeks. In that moment, the beautiful colour display arrived and he
spurted his small load into the man's mouth. After some relax on top of the
human being that he adored, he turned recovering his normal position in
front of Marco, as their lips met in a tender union, savouring the mixed
seeds. They remain quiet during some time enjoying the bliss of the moment;
Kist head lying on Marco left shoulder as Marco caressed gently his smooth
back. The boy then murmured:

	"I love you dad. I wouldn't change this moment for all the gold of
the world, as I have found my real father." Marco pressed the boy to his
chest as he whispered back.

	"My beautiful son, we must get up, otherwise we will never reach
home." The boy giggled happily as he jumped out, took the man's hand, and
both naked ran to the stream to clean themselves. Laughing and joking they
returned; dressed, prepared the mules, and after having a huge breakfast
they rode the mules and continued bound the south lands. Some minutes later
they were riding thru the forest and meadows. The following six days, they
complied with the ritual of having sex after dinner, and chat about the
future; this full of hopes for the boy, and some concerns for the man, who
foresaw the problems of the current war. One of these nights as they were
relaxed, Marco stroked the blond hair tenderly he asked the boy.

	"What do you plan for your future, Kist? Remember you have now the
means to do whatever you think it is the best for you." He thought for a
moment as he cuddled even closer in Marco's arms.

	"I am not very keen on wars and fights; therefore I don't like to
be a soldier. After all these days together, I'm thinking to follow your
steps, but not as a druid, since I'm sure the Great Mother has not gifted
me as to the twins; but as a physician. I want to learn and study how to
heal persons from his pains, as you are doing; so you are my best
teacher. I promise I'll be a good apprentice."

	"That's a good idea, my boy, I applaud your decision. In fact the
druids, as physicians, have not a good future, except here in The Gauls and
probably in Britannia. In Rome the person who practices the medicine is a
physician, and the person who handles religion is a priest. If Julio Caesar
finally wins this war, almost certainly this will be the system, though he
is very respectful with old ways of life. My father is considered one of
the best physicians of Rome, and I'm sure he will be more than happy to
help and teach his grandchild." These words filled the boy's heart; he
turned facing his official father and pressed his naked body against his.

During the seventh day afternoon, they heard horses approaching; Marco
wanted to miss them but Kist knew this was impossible, since they were in
the middle of a large meadow, and the riders were a boy and a
seven-years-old little girl on a pony. They were Kobe and his little
sister. As they met, Kobe jumped with agility from his horse and dragged
Kist from his mule to the grassed floor; they rolled on it until they
stopped; then they stood and both hugged.

	"I see that the cure was a complete success." Kobe large black eyes
said everything; he wanted to hug and kiss that lovely boy, even in front
of Marco and his sister; but he restrained himself and then extended his
hand to the White Druid.

	"Thanks White Druid for the great favour you made me, and
especially to Worten. At home, my mother is waiting for you since a few
days. My father has been called by Vercingetorix and he departed this
morning; he was really pissed because he wanted to talk to you, but he had
to obey his boss' orders. Let's go home and sleep on a good bed
tonight. They followed the boy that did not stop talking about what the
people said about the White Druid.

	"Don't believe so many things, Kobe; some of those things are far
from reality." Marco said, as the boy grinned. He then said:

	"The worst of it is that I cannot brag telling them that you have
cured me and that I know you personally, because I promised Kist about
keeping secret your visit."

	"You all did very well, Kobe; otherwise we might have not reached
in time to cure Worten; so, as soon as we leave tomorrow, you will be able
to brag as much as you want." The boys yelled as they entered into the
large farmhouse. Kobe's mother received them happily and the servants took
the mules into the stables and the luggage was stored in Marco's room.

Kobe's mother was a fresh woman in her early thirties with long blond hair
that cascaded on her back like a gold stream. None of her children were
like she was; the boy had very much the same features as his mother, but
his hair was light brown, a mix of both progenitors. She had had another
boy younger than Kobe, but he passed away from smallpox when he was five
y/o.  She was a practical woman and had an agreement with her husband:
while he was out he could fuck any girl or woman and she would do the same
when he was absent. Her husband had not any problem on this, since her
parents were Eduos and he found their freedom as normal.

All had dinner together; the girl went to bed early and the boys to their
room. When they were alone enjoying the conversation about different
matters, the woman said:

	"I suppose you have asked yourself what a woman like me is doing in
a country like this, and being married to a near wild man as my husband
is." Marco thought to enter into her mind, but preferred what she had to
say. "I am coming from an aristocratic family, but never accepted men's
rules until my husband came and asked my parents to marry me. Yes, he was
near a barbarian, row material, I thought, needed to be polished. I got my
goal; the fact that he's an Eduo descendant helped a lot." Marco grinned as
took off from her forehead some blond hair.

	"In that case, my dear lady; since both are near Eduos, let's
follow their customs." He stood, kindly and with extreme education, he took
her hand, putt off the candles and both entered into her large bedroom,
where the little girl was rock asleep in her large cot. They got naked,
ready to spend a large night of love and enjoyment.

CHAPTER 19

Kobe was entranced in pleasure hearing Kist reading the story about the
battle of Salamina; that had taken place more than four hundred years
back. It was written on one of the scrolls that they had taken from his
mother archives. When he put away the large scroll, Kobe that had not
forgotten the last visit, stood and got naked; without any more
preliminaries he undressed Kist, both were hard as the blond haired boy
missed his daily sex session with Marco. They stared at each other and
grinned, and then Kobe kneeled in front of Kist and took his dick into his
mouth.  After some sucks, he stood and dragged his friend to the bed.

	"Now I want you to honour the promise that you made me some weeks
ago of fucking me." Kist was not surprised, he knew his friend would claim
for it; however, he was not ready to accept being fucked by his friend. He
mentally thought that only Marco could do it, but he knew his new father
would never ask him this. However, he wanted to put clear this objection.

	"Kobe, I'll please you as much as you want; but I must be honest to
you: I... I don't want you or any other person to fuck me." Kobe grinned
satisfied.

	"Neither have I wanted to do it. Tonight I'll be your lover boy or
girl, as you prefer." Kist sighed relieved. "What shall I do? I'm very hot
now. I have been thinking on this since you left last time. When I was
alone, used some fat and introduced my fingers, once I put in my butt a
polished hammer handle but the sensation, though it excited me, I had not
much pleasure."

	"You are really hot, Kobe; this time it will be different. Do you
have butter or olive oil?

	"Both, I'll bring the oil." He stood and went to the kitchen to
pick it up. In his way he heard the groans from his mother, as Marco was
taking good care of her; that even excited him more as he grinned. He came
back with a little pot containing the yellow and slippery substance as he
commented: "The White Druid must have a big one, even larger than my
father's, because my mother is moaning like a wounded fox." Both laughed
loudly.

	"How do you want me to fuck you?"

	"I don't know; I have never done it before, so you choose the way
as far as you go very deep into me."

	"In that case you will fuck yourself." Kobe got serious as he
thought his friend was rejecting him; but Kist rubbed his cock and added:
"I mean you will have the lead." Kobe smiled and sighed satisfied. "Now put
yourself on four legs with your head down, so I can grease you properly."
Kobe did as instructed and Kist poured some oil on the boy's hole, then
introduced one finger and spread it inside; he repeated this, but
introducing two fingers. Kobe moaned in pleasure as Kist involuntarily
pressed the boy's prostrate.

	"Kist, please, do it again; that's fantastic and feel wonderful."
For Kist this was a revelation, since he ignored it; mentally he promised
himself to ask Marco about it. He did again and Kobe near have his
orgasm. Breathing hard he said: "Oh Kist that's marvellous, you are so
good... thanks."

	"I think you are ready now. My dick is rather thick and large for
my age, so I think you will enjoy it right from the beginning." Kist stared
at the quivering hole and could not stop his lust. Then he placed his cock
on the pink hole and pushed hard; a third of it entered into Kobe's
premises. The boy moaned and gasped.

	"Your finger is very thick." Kobe said.

	"It is not my finger, but my dick; I could not wait and..." His
friend interrupted him.

	"Hell, don't stop now; go ahead and fuck me hard!!!" Kist grinned,
then retracted a little and pushed again even harder; near the whole dick
was embedded in the boy's guts. Kist placed his hands on Kobe's hips,
retracted a little and pushed again, going entirely into his friend's
guts. He moaned a little as he used his intestines muscles to adapt the
strange tool to his cave. Kist then said:

	"How do you feel, Kobe?"

	"Fantastic, stay there for a while and then go for it totally."
Kist chuckled as he said:

	"I'm entirely in you, and I think with a few moves I'll leave my
load into your fantastic hole."

	"That's good. C'mon go for it and don't worry about me, I am fine;
my balls are aching and need to be emptied." Kist retrieved leaving only
the head inside, and then quickly shovelled all the way in; Kobe groaned,
and after some fucks he was greatly enjoying it, especially when Kist's
dick touched the magical point. In a couple of minutes Kist started fucking
his friend as a rabbit; he could not control himself and noticed how Kobe
pushed back to meet his strokes. The boy under him was erratically
breathing and moaning in pleasure; he could not bear the strange sensation
that he was feeling, much better than when his little sister sucked him. He
could not resist anymore and went flat on his tummy as he felt inside of
him the warm sensation produced by his friend's warm load. In seconds he
experienced the best orgasm up to now discharging his load on the white
sheet. Kist also went flat on top of his friend breathing hard and
sweating.  They remained quiet recovering from his action. After a few
minutes of relax, Kist moved on his back, then Kobe turned facing his
lover, still his dick in him, bent his body and their mouths joined in a
tender kiss.

	"Did you enjoy it, Kobe?"

	"It has been marvellous." Kobe now had his head on Kist white left
shoulder, and added: "There is not any doubt now, Kist; I am a fucking
homo, and do you know what? I like and enjoy it. Probably my father will be
pissed when he knows it, but I don't mind." The boys separated and lay on
the bed facing each other.

	"Don't be so sure, Kobe; Marco explained me that it can be part of
growing up and that you can change later, round sixteen; even you can be
bisexual."

	"What do you mean with bisexual? I am what I am and I will be in
the future." Kist laughed loudly as he caressed tenderly his friend's face.

	"Bisexual means that you may like males and females as well."
Kobe's eyes shone as two jewels with a lively smile on his face.

	"That would be great!!!" Then as if he were talking to himself
added: "...enjoy girl pussies and thick men cocks... It must be even
greater. I'll pray the Great Mother she gifts me.  Right now I have started
with young males like you. Right now I don't feel attracted to any one,
except boys." He then hugged his friend again.

	"In either case it is not a crime being homo, Kobe; there are
thousands like you, they hide this by marrying and having children, and
from time to time they meet their lovers to fuck each other."

	"I must think about it, even if necessary we'll come back to the
Eduos' land. The greatest would be to be bisexual; then I would be able to
give my father grandchildren as he is expecting; and after fucking a girl,
I could meet one of those black slaves that have long and powerful cocks to
fuck my butt." They laughed.

	"You are incorrigible, Kobe. I like you having so good temper, even
when you talk about serious matters." Kobe introduced his fingers thru
Kist's long silky hair and rubbed his scalp.

	"I like you, too, Kist. Be sure that I won't participate in this
stupid coming war. I'll take care of my family while the others go to
fight. After all, Rome is a good solution to gather all Gauls as a single
and powerful people, forgetting old tribe fights." He paused and then
unexpectedly said: "You should cut your beautiful hair shorter; you look as
a girl, though you have a lovely cock."

	"You seem a practical boy; I hope you are the luckiest boy of this
wonderful country.  About my hair, I think you are right; I'll tell my
master to cut it as you like." As Kist ended his sentence, Kobe pushed him
on his back, scooted down a little and took his friend's dick into his
mouth, one minute later he straddled Kist, raised his butt and inserted his
hard tool into his premises, impaling himself. They continued their
lovemaking until they were exhausted, then drifted to sleep.

Marco and Kist had planned to resume their journey the following day;
however, they delayed it for another three days; enjoying their days and
nights. They all were too happy and did not want to leave; especially Marco
that had spent the best time of his life. The fourth day, at the sunrise,
everybody was content and happy in the large yard, though Kist could watch
some water in the woman eyes. They hugged and kissed, rode the mules that
had been loaded with a good provision of food, and resumed their trip to
the south-west. They weaved their hands until the farm was out of
sight. Kobe's mother placed one arm on her son shoulder and the other round
her daughter little neck; Kobe stared at her mother and could watch a tiny
tear dribbling along her fresh cheek. She then said:

	"I wish they were not so far from here." Kobe grinned and asked:

	"Has he been tender, mother?" She pushed her children to her,
kissed them on their head and murmured:

	"Very tender my son. Very tender." She repeated. Nothing more
needed to be added.

Marco and Kist continued their way without stopping for lunch; they decided
to lose the minimum time. The weather could change in any moment, since the
rain season should have already started. Kist knew very well the trails and
shortcuts that they had to follow, taking any chance to stop in caves or
shelters that he knew. From time to time they enjoyed their bodies by
having nice and tender sex, because, especially Kist, liked even more than
sex, the moments after that he cuddled in Marco's arms in the bliss of
their union. He knew that those moments would get an end as soon as they
reached home. One week later, when they were cuddled in front of a fire and
into a cave, Marco said:

	"Kist, I think something special and good had occurred in the farm;
it is only a premonition, I am not yet sure, but..."

	"I have the same sensation, because all of us, apparently, were
happy to leave, but I felt that something was missing." He paused. "As far
as it is good... I promised no one will ever know about this trip, father;
so whenever you like I'll be happy to talk about it."

	"Thanks son. Good nights.

	"Good nights, father.

They hurried up, and some days later, tired and some dirty, entered into
the walled town where Marco had his new house. The slaves came to receive
them with yells of happiness, since they felt very lucky having a master
like Marco that treated them with respect as human beings. They paid them
back with honesty and being faithful to them. The yells attracted the boys
that had just arrived from their respective schools; they descended quickly
the stairs and jumped into Marco's arms with tears of happiness, then the
three hugged Kist, took him on their shoulders and climbed the stairs;
afterward they dropped him on the large thick carpet, starting making
ticklish to him. Laughs and shouts came from everywhere, since that became
a general enjoyment of the four children. After some time they stopped;
Doro was on top of Kist and whispered:

	"You are beautiful with your new look after cutting your hair. I
have missed you a lot, so we must recover our time. Did you, precious
angel, fuck many boys and girls?" Kist grinned and suddenly turned over, so
his friend was under him.

	"I had not any opportunity to screw girls, but I did to a fantastic
boy named Kobe, and I must say he enjoyed it very much."

	"Why are you so honest? You should be a liar and hide that."

	"Because I like you heaps, my friend, and don't want to lose you."
Doro then resumed his ticklish." As Marco entered into the room asked him.

	"Shall we give their presents and tell the news?"

	"We are very dirty and have not had a proper bath for weeks; we
must stink." Doro pressed his friend's hand as he murmured into his
ears. "Your stink is a lovely perfume for me."  All as a package went to
the bath-house; there Marco met Flabio Cornelius; the two men hugged and
agreed to get an audience with Julio Caesar for the following morning if
Julio does not call him before. After enjoying their bath and clean
clothes, they returned home; they had ready their dinner that the boys ate
eagerly among continue jokes. Then Kist entered in Marco's room and brought
three parcels that he distributed to the boys. Quickly they opened them and
found a full set of light fight armour with brilliant coat of mails,
designed for small men or teenagers, including the sword and dagger. Also a
little leather pouch with ten gold coins. The boys opened wide their mouths
in disbelief, especially Keel that, in spite he had been raised to Roman
citizen, he did not expect to be considered like the twins. Full of
happiness they thanked their father for the presents, but Marco then said:

	"I did not buy these presents; Vercingetorix gave me the four
parcels before we left; even we ignored about the coins." Then Dart pointed
out.

	"Why did he do that? It supposed he's our enemy."

	"You are wrong, Dart. He's not our enemy; he and the people who
support him have different views about The Gauls. Furthermore, he told me
to convey you his condolences for your father's murder." The twins got
serious, but Kist then said:

	"Now boys, here you are the best news, especially for me." He then
extracted the scroll written by Vercingetorix and read it clearly. The boys
were dumbfounded, not only for the content of the scroll, but for hearing
Kist reading. They could not believe that only in two months he had learnt
to read and write. Marco then said:

	"As you can see, Kist is not and never was a slave; his family, if
he has any, must be in the south of Britannia; therefore he is an Anglo."
Doro then interrupted Marco as he stared at Kist.

	"He is not an Anglo, but an Angel." The boys went to him and made a
heap on the carpeted floor with congratulations to him. In that moment
someone knocked on the door, Marco opened and found a soldier from the
special guard working in Julio's palace. The man made a reverence and said:

	"Marco Tulio Decio, the great Julio Caesar..." Marco placed his arm
on the new soldier's shoulder and smiled.

	"Please forget the formalities; tell him that I will be there as
soon I have dinner with my children."

	"Sorry sir, but he's inviting you to a private dinner in his
premises."

	"In that case, let me give some instructions to my boys and we'll
go together."

	"Thank you sir; you make easy to comply orders."

	"Well boys, you have heard the officer; I wonder at what time I'll
be back. Please behave." The boys did not answer but showed their
disappointment. Marco dressed his large Robe and closed the door
behind. "Let's go." As soon as they were alone the four lay on the thick
carpet in front of the fire; it was not cold but humid, besides they
enjoyed being naked together. Kist the said:

	"You can't imagine how much I have missed you." Saying this he
turned facing Doro and rubbed his smooth face. "You are so gentle and
beautiful, Doro... It is a pity you have that compromise with your girl."

	"Why? Will you then marry me in her place?" Kist could not stop,
dragged his friend's face to him and kissed him hard on the lips; Doro
reciprocated his friend and a few moments later their tools were hard as
rocks. Kist then said answering his question:

	"Unfortunately you are a boy, but I wish you were a girl. I will be
very happy if I find a girl half pretty than you are. You know? Since
Vercingetorix told me about my family, I am planning to find them and
restore my language and relationship. I know it will be a hard task and I
have many things to do before this, but you can bet I'll try it." He sighed
but Doro did not lose his time; he had watched how his brother and Keel
were already busy demonstrating their mutual love.

	"Meanwhile this time comes, let's do something my beautiful angel
to accompany my brother and Keel." A lovely smiled appeared in the Anglo
boy's face as he dragged again Doro to him. They had to recover the two
past months and to reinforce their friendship, or better, their
brotherhood. In the meantime the boys were enjoying their young lives Marco
was knocking on Julio's private rooms.

	"Come in, Marco; you don't need to knock on the door." Marco opened
the door as the great man approached and hugged him. "You look fit and
well, my boy."

	"Just a little tired for the long trip, sir."

	"In that case, let's have dinner while I transmit you some news
related to here; once we finish you must tell me everything that occurred
since you left our town." They sat down near the table as Julio's servant
served the food; then he left alone the men to talk. Julio did not say much
about the situation, except about Kurt's task. "Your uncle Kurt is a raw
jewel, Marco; I have a great confidence on his task. The news that we have
from there are great, my boy; he deserves the whole Gaul, and he will have
it, if we succeed on reaching our goal in time."

	"I am some years here and I haven't met him and his family yet. My
great grandfather loved him as a son. My mother told me he was a special
boy, not only because he saved my father's life, and contributed to the
excellent relationship between the Eduo and Roman peoples, but because the
Great Mother gifted him; however, he rejected using his powers, except with
Uncle Jan and the animals. He would have been a good Druid, but he loves
horses." They ended dinner and sat comfortably in front of the fireplace,
where large trunks were heating the room. Marco started telling Julio all
about his trip, except the sexual part with Kist and Kobe's mother. He
ended:

	"Just an hour ago we discovered Vercingetorix's pouches with the
money for the boys."  Julio kept silence for a moment, and then he asked
Marco.

	"Marco, what did you feel about this war?"

	"I was honest with him telling not to say anything that you
shouldn't know because I would tell you. However, the persons speak,
especially the women about their men, and the general feeling is that,
unfortunately, the war is unavoidable; Vercingetorix is trapped between his
men's interests and his own honour."

	"I understand him. Once he has saved his child, the temptation is
great to leave everything and devote himself to his family; but he cannot."
He then changed the subject. "This boy...Kist, he has learnt to read and
write so quickly that it surprises me; he must be very intelligent. Is he
gifted like Diviciaco's children?"

	"No. He's a common general child, but has a clear idea of what he
is and what he wants to be. He has been very helpful in my task with
Vercingetorix's child, he is very keen on everything related to sickness;
the great warrior understood this and gave me the necessary money for his
education, a large amount, I would say."

	"What do you have in mind, Marco?"

	"I need to think about it. Maybe once all this is over, I'll take
him to Rome to study other methods of curing than those he's learning here;
my father could be a good master for him plus the school."

	"It is not a bad idea. Once you legally adopt him, your father
would be more than glad receiving his grandchild at home and teach him. In
any case, Marco, my help is available for you.

	"Thanks, sir." He paused for a moment. "Sir, during the trip I had
an idea that I have not mentioned to anyone. I start from the point that we
want The Gauls as a future Roman province, therefore we have to try to
damage it as less as we can, because later we will have to rebuild it."

	"You are right, my son. In my mind I watch The Gauls as the best
Roman territory in the future. It is a rich land and has excellent and
brave persons. What do you have in mind?" Marco grinned satisfied.

	"In any war, dead people are not a problem, they are buried or
burnt and the rest continues living; but the wounded that can result
disable men will be a great handicap for the future. They won't be able to
work but needed to be fed. Unfortunately, in the current and special next
confrontation we will have many in both sides. Nevertheless, we have to
minimise these consequences." Julio was very interested on Marco's ideas,
but he said:

	"In a battle you don't have any alternative, either you kill or you
are killed."

	"Yes, you are right. But if we establish a good sanitary system,
curing people quickly, we would prevent many soldiers to become disable
men. The infections for treating a wound too late are enormous; I have seen
these results in past battles. I fought with all my strengths and many
times it was too late."

	"What do you suggest to solve this problem, my boy?"

	"Previously to the battles, we must give training to a large group
of men, even women, to pick up wounded persons and being transported
rapidly to a place, duly signalled; this would be free of being attacked
from both sides, since we would attend, not only Roman soldiers, but also
barbarians."

	"This is absolutely new; you would need not only our agreement, but
also from Vercingetorix's people...In any case it is a good idea and
worthwhile to try it. You can count on our help; I'll expose it to our
Generals in the next meeting." Marco sighed, this was more than he
expected; there was not any doubt that Julio was a good commander and
better a person.  Some days later he prepared a personal message for
Vercingetorix telling him about the project. Marco had been advised the
channels he needed to use in case of sending a message to him. He did not
respond immediately, but two months later he was called for a secret
meeting near the Eduos land border. After asking permission to Julio he
went to the reunion point, Kist accompanied him since he spoke several
tribe languages. It was a success; both parts agreed will build portable
installations painted in white to look after the wounded soldiers and
warriors.

End of Part 4.

- To be continued.