Date: Sat, 21 Nov 1998 12:19:16 +0000
From: Emrys <merddyn_emrys@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gemini Kings I

Filename: Gemini Kings by Merlin - November 21, 1998.  
Author: merddyn_emrys@hotmail.com 
Codes: [T/T - M/M - ORAL - ANAL - Sci Fantasy]

WARNING: This story is a product of the author's imagination; it is not a
depiction of real life or real events.  It involves sexual acts between two
or more males of the human species.  It is set across various times and
places when and where the rules regarding homosexual acts were different.
If you are offended by the idea of 'Gay Love' or its explicit description,
regardless of whether it is the act that offends you, or the age or
relationship of the participants, don't read this story.  If writing about
any type of sex between males is illegal in your nation, or in your
particular county or state, don't read this story.  If the legislators of
your domicile deem you to have to be a certain age and your current age
makes it illegal to read this story, don't read this story, wait patiently,
your time will come...  The warning here is necessary - Please leave this
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and hopefully it will be accepted by the newsgroup if so, hopefully it will
be followed by more of the same or a similar genre.


Gemini Kings: A Fantasy Story...  by Merlin

The candle-light fell softly onto the fawn of the vellum, picking out the
deep black and bright red of the letters, a hint of gold sparkling here and
there from the ornate illumination.

The figure, dressed in heavy black robes which swirled around his ankles as
he paced in measured steps from one cardinal point to the next, raising the
sword he carried as he intoned the ritual of protection from the lords of
the quarters, air, earth, fire and water, following the path of the broken
red circle graven into the floor.

The figure moved to the circles centre where, on a rose coloured marble
alter lay two intricate golden crowns.  To the front of the alter in a
basket lay the forms of two male babes...

1755...

Stephen woke up slowly, the dream fading, he knew who he was, he was always
Stephen, 'The Garland', but he didn't know where he was.  He was always a
little disorientated at first, but that would pass.  He pushed back the cool
linen of the sheets and stood in front of the mirror, appraising his form.
He saw that he was almost sixteen years of age and stood nigh on five-feet-
four, the fine down at his groin signalling the incipient arrival of his
manhood, he wondered where Michael was...  Stephen closed his eyes and
entered into his mind...

Stephen reflected on the last few weeks, things had been so easy for him, he
had had no problems with his 'family', the summer weather allowing him to
roam the countryside, after he had done his chores, the freedom almost
intoxicating.

Stephen had met Philip a month ago now, down by the creek, he was the
blacksmiths apprentice- an association that would have been frowned on by
his 'father'-they had met there frequently ever since, planning to meet
there again this afternoon, he couldn't wait...

Philip was sat down by the waters edge, his feet hanging over the bank into
the water, he smiled as he became aware of Stephen's presence and they set
off searching and climbing like two explorers joking and laughing, yet just
as happy with each others silence at times.  The afternoon was hot the sun
beating down as they headed back toward the creek, shucking their clothes to
dive into the deep cool water, allowing it to play over their bodies, it
felt so good.

Stephen felt himself being turned on, becoming very hard as he and Philip
skylarked about, he caught Philip about the waist, lifting him clear of the
water, he was hard as well, Stephen could see his rigid tool as it rose
above the rippling surface.  Their skylarking taking on a different tone as
each became aware of the others condition.  Stephen waited calmly for Philip
to make the first move, knowing that he was forbidden to do so himself.  The
move soon came and Philip took hold of his hand, leading him toward the deep
grass where they had left their clothes.  They sat down and Stephen looked
at Philip, registering who he was.  He was the same age - give or take a few
weeks - and he too was just on the verge of manhood.  Philip's rigid cock
was about six inches long resting in a flaming bush that matched his head,
his tool was just a little longer and thicker than Stephen's own, and
although he was a couple of inches shorter in height he was deeper in the
chest.

Stephen lay back and closed his eyes as Philip took his cock into his mouth,
the feeling was good and he stretched himself, thrusting his hips forward so
that more of his cock went into Philip's throat.  Philip lay down beside
him, his head to Stephen's feet and his own cock in easy reach of Stephen's
mouth.  Stephen didn't need any second invitation, taking the shaft into his
throat and allowing his tongue to search out the tight balls in the as yet
smooth un-hairy sack.

Philip was enjoying the feeling, grinding his pelvis into Stephen's face,
they parted, Stephen nodding in answer to the others unasked question.
Stephen's light down of golden-brown groin hair stood out in a bush, he felt
his cock aching as he turned onto his stomach, Philip helping to turn him
over, he closed his eyes as he felt the others tongue enter into his crack,
he drew his legs under allowing Philip a wide open target for his rigid
pole.

Philip must have done this before, and frequently for he was very adept,
bringing Stephen close to the edge, driving all the way home only to
withdraw leaving only the tip of his cock inside, Stephen reached down
taking his meat in his fist working at the flesh as he felt his orgasm
rising from deep within As his first small spurt of cum shot from his cock,
his ass tightened driving Philip over the edge, he felt the hot cum of his
friend shooting deep into him, Philip ramming hard into his hole...

The wind stirred the flags dotted around the turrets of the keep, its icy
fingers reaching deep into bone, searching out the warmth and stealing it
away.  The figure was diminished by the weather as he turned his eyes to the
east, the black clouds there defying the weather, seeming to grow ever
higher, threatening those who waited here.  As it had done for the past 20
years, since the old kings death.  Thunder started to crash and lightning
fork towards the earth as he turned away...

1865...

The ship rolled and tossed as the waves and wind drove it onward to its
destination.  Stephen fought down the sick feeling to his stomach as it
tried to rebel, the close, damp, and dark of the quarters not making it
easy.  He didn't know just why he was on the ship but time would answer
that, there was always a reason for where he was.  He just had to bide his
time and...

They were coming into port now, it had been a long voyage, the Japan's were
far removed from his home in Holland.  He was eighteen, and had served on
this ship for some 15 months or so.  Trading between the Dutch Lowlands and
Japan in silks and spices.   He couldn't wait for the ship to dock, he had a
friend in Nagasaki, who he had met on a previous voyage and who had started
teaching him the arts of the warrior.  He lived at a place called
Ninsho-go-tentei and was a Buddhist.  He enjoyed learning to fight with him.

The ship finally docked and Kenjiro was waiting, waving from the dockside.
Stephen recognised him and waved back, turned to his captain and was given
clearance to go ashore.  They could not unload the cargo until the customs
inspector had passed it for importation.

Kenjiro and Stephen had a lot of news to catch up on and this they did as
they made for the dojo where Stephen would stay as Kenjiro's guest for the
time the ship would be in port.  They looked an odd couple as they made
their way to the outskirts of the city.  Stephen at 5'11" and built quite
large to Kenjiro's 5'2" and tiny frame, but for all that Kenjiro had taught
Stephen that size didn't count when you were fighting.

At the dojo, the first thing they did was have something to eat, sushi and
boiled sticky rice accompanied by a few small thimbleful's of warm sake.
Just to warm them through before going into the training rooms.

Stephen and Kenjiro trained well together, working hard at the exercises.
The whole of the afternoon passing quickly so absorbed were they in the
programme of move and countermove.

Sweaty and tired they headed for the bathing rooms to clean before the
evening meal.  Washing each other in tepid water, getting clean before
submersing in the hot bath to relax.  A massage followed and then a brief
time to meditate before joining with the other members of the dojo for the
evening meal of more sushi, rice and some raw vegetables in sweet vinegar.
The company was pleasant and they both spent some hours caching up with
their own and others news.

After a while Kenjiro suggested they go for a walk before bed.  They ambled
down by the shore, watching the waves lick at the sand.  Happy in the quiet
and peace of each others company.  Kenjiro reached for and held Stephen's
hand, comfortable with each other in the silence.  There were no rules about
homosexuality in Nippon, just the freedom to be who you wanted to be.
Stephen and Kenjiro headed back to the dojo and bed.

The futon had been laid out in preparation of their return.  It looked
inviting to both of them.  Kenjiro initiated their lovemaking, Stephen had
to wait, always for the other to make the first move, but he didn't hold
back once it had been made.  Joining with Kenjiro slowly and softly as they
came together.  His cock was as hard as Kenjiro's, the differences between
them the same as the others, Stephen cock was thick and about 6-1/2 inches
long, whereas Kenjiro's was slender and somewhat smaller.  Kenjiro had
taught him that size didn't matter in this department either for Kenjiro was
a consummate lover.

Their pleasuring was mutual, until Kenjiro bent down and took Stephen's
hardness into the moist warmth of his mouth and started to make love to his
cock and balls.  Stephen's whole body came alive with the feelings Kenjiro
produced in him as he spread the warm oil in the crack of his ass as he
prepared him to be sheath for his slim penis.  Stephen felt good and size
didn't matter just having Kenjiro inside him mattered and he was soon ready.
Face to face they loved, Kenjiro coupling with him deftly as he brought him
to a slowly mounting orgasm.  Stephen could feel it boiling up from his toes
as Kenjiro hammered his ass with swift sure strokes, the speed of his
fucking giving Stephen some idea of Kenjiro's mounting orgasm as well.
Timed to perfection Kenjiro shot his first bolt deep into Stephen just as
his own first wad of cum erupted from his aching cock to cover Kenjiro's
chest with a glistening slickness.  Stephen's mind going high into another
realm as Kenjiro came deeper and deeper into his being...

Perpetual winter seemed to have drawn over the land.  The darkness
encroaching further into the realm.  The snow lay thick and heavy all around
cutting off one village from another, neighbours from each other.  The
figure bent and re-scribed the red circle deep into the land, the point of
the sword etching runes around the outer edge as he called up a spell of
protection, hoping to stave off the darkness until the time was ripe...

1975...

Stephen had seen Michael yesterday and they had managed to spend a few
minutes in each others company before unease had forced them to part, they
never did manage to be together for very long.  He climbed from the bath,
drying himself on the deep red bath towel, he looked into the mirror, liking
what he saw there, just under six foot and deep in the chest his body was
that of a very powerful man, and the tool between his legs, growing as he
watched, into a good rigid seven-and-a-half inches, poking from the silky
dark hair, hair that was strangely shot with auburn and red highlights.

He headed for the gym, it was always quiet on a Monday evening and he wanted
to have a good work out, hoping to relax himself after the frustrations of
his meeting with Michael.  There were only a couple of other guy's there
Greg, who he had met previously and a guy he didn't know, he fell into his
workout after only a few pleasantries passed with Greg.  He'd been at it for
some twenty minutes when the other guy said cheerio to Greg and left.
Stephen headed for the bench press and Greg came over to lend a hand and
spot for him, as he had done on the two previous occasions he and Stephen
had been left in the gym together.  He and Greg continued their workout's
together for some time, enjoying the challenge of completing each task to
the same standard.

It was a totally knackered pair who headed for the showers an hour later.
Stephen luxuriated as the stinging needles of water played over the smooth
planes of his muscles, he could feel the frustration and tiredness draining
from his body.  He left the shower to get some gel and began to soap himself
up, offering some of the luxurious soap to Greg.  Greg soaped himself all
over and then held his hand out for more gel, taking some he started to rub
it into Stephen's back, massaging the shoulders, completing the task of
ridding the muscles of all the fatigue and tension, it felt good and Stephen
closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of the others strong hands working deep
into the planes of flesh.

He could feel the gut tightening, ball churning drag as his tool rose before
him, poking the angry head up to smack him in the belly.  He turned slightly
and without being obvious, looked down, noting that Greg was in a similar
state to himself.  Stephen poured some more gel into his own hand and
returned Greg's favour by working on him as he had done for Stephen.  They
headed for the showers again to wash off the soap and foam.

Stephen closed his eyes again, waiting, as he always must, for the other to
take the leading role.  He didn't have too long to wait, he felt Greg up
against his back, his arms wrapping themselves around him to touch his
waist, rubbing across his stomach and massaging his tits, the muscled planes
becoming firmer under the hard hands, the nipples tightening and pointing.
He could feel Greg drop to his knees behind him the hands turning him
slowly, Stephen leaned back against the wall as the other took his rigid
tool deep into his throat, the exquisite feel of the others tongue drawing a
moan from between his parted lips.

His knees gave and he slipped to the floor positioning himself so that he
could take Greg's tool into his mouth, sixty-nining, the water from the
shower playing over their bodies, adding to the total sensation.  Greg's
mouth was like a vice as he sucked Stephen deep into his throat, his cock
had never ever felt so hard and he could hardly breath as he in turn sucked
on the rigid pole filling his own throat.

They parted for a moment to breath, looking each other over, their tools
rigid and dripping pre- cum.  Stephen studied the form before him, slightly
taller, about six-two, with a physique developed after about five years
solid workout in the gym, just a little better defined than Stephen's own,
the tool was bigger, more rigid and wider in girth, the head a flaming dome
poking from the honey-blond of the pubis.

They came together again, this time in a kiss, deep and probing, reading
each others mouths with their tongues.  The feelings Greg created in Stephen
were wild he felt himself being pushed back to the floor and the mouth
attached itself to his bud of a hole, chewing and sucking until he thought
sanity would desert him.

He felt the first push of the big cock as it opened him up to receive its
full length, deep it drove into him, filling him completely.  Greg fell into
his rhythm, Stephen, legs over his shoulders and his cock in a vice like
grip as Greg wanked him in time with his deep thrusts.

Stephen could feel himself tightening up, his balls riding high in their
sack as his orgasm overcame him, his breath in ragged gasps tore from his
body in time with the spurting of his mauled tool, his spunk was everywhere,
his arse tightened as the force grabbed deep in his guts, grasping Greg's
cock and taking it deep into him.  The organ seemed to expand outwards and
in length, driving deeper and deeper into him as Greg shot his own load gob
after gob, hot and salty...

The deep black robes felt cool against his body, Stephen's mind opened as he
scryed the crystal.  He saw from afar a lone golden eagle which seemed to
have two heads, as it dove down to grasp a red and green serpent in its
scythe like talons, screeching its call as it climbed to the heavens...  The
trance left him and he rose, going outside.  The breeze played with his hair
as he looked toward the east the dark clouds still mounted there.  All
around him the stars flamed bright in the cool night, the light of the lady
was on the land, harvest time, the time of the hunter's moon and she hung
large and round just above the horizon.

1995...

Stephen woke from the deep sleep, the disorientation not as bad as it had
been on previous occasions.  He arose and showered enjoying the feel of
being alive.  He turned off the water some time later and dried himself on
the deep red towel.  The mirror, slightly misty from the steam of the water,
showed him who he was, about twenty-three and standing six-four, his body
rippling with deep planar wedges of muscle, tapering to a narrow waist, and
there, hanging at his groin, his cock, slightly grown from the shower and a
general good feeling, its nine inch length, when fully aroused would be
eleven inches of solid steel with a girth of six.  He took up the brush and
ran it through his hair, a strange mixture of brown and auburn, with great
tresses of blond and red...

Stephen was meeting Paul this afternoon in down-town New York, they had been
close friends for some weeks.  Stephen was looking forward to the meeting,
he had met Michael a couple of days before, there was little, if any unease
between them now, and they planned to meet up later with their friends.

Stephen and Paul spent the afternoon walking round the park, before eating
in a little French restaurant.  Now, they were off to Michael's place to
spend the evening with him and his friend David.  All four met and were soon
at their ease together, although there seemed to be an undercurrent, almost
like electric discharge between Stephen and Michael.  Stephen and Paul sat
together on the couch, Michael sat in a deep chair with David on the floor
at his feet.  The pleasant mood was further enhanced by a few glasses of
wine.

Stephen was feeling a little worse for the wear, after all the wine,
excusing himself he headed for the toilet As he was getting rid of some of
the wine, the door was pushed open and Paul joined him, much in need of
relieving himself.  Paul was half hard and Stephen grew rapidly himself in
appreciation, they headed for the bedroom they were sharing that night...

Stephen and Paul were totally involved in each other and didn't notice when
Michael and David joined them on the bed Stephen lay back allowing Paul to
bring him to full hardness, his cock rigid and his balls hung low and heavy
with their load, he and Paul had never got beyond the kissing stage before
this and Paul was appreciative of his stud lovers build and equipment.
Michael was sucking hard on David, Stephen reached out for Paul's prick.
Arms and legs were tangled and thrashing before long.  Stephen feasted his
throat on Paul while Michael got his fill of David they were totally
absorbed, enjoying each other, soon swapping back and forth, only Stephen
and Michael not sharing...  Not yet.

Stephen lay on his side, his ass filled with Paul's not insubstantial cock,
ramming his hole as if there were no tomorrow and from the look of ecstasy
on Michael's face he was being screwed by David, a well built bloke who
Stephen could appreciate.

They were in tune now Stephen knew that his partner was near to climax and
his own tool was rigid, aching for release, Paul took him in hand matching
his wanking with his fucking.  Stephen was enjoying it, keeping his eyes
wide open to watch Michael's massive tool being wanked just in front of his
face.  Stephen could feel himself very close now, his sack tightening up
until his balls were high and tight swollen massive and begging for release,
they churned with the cum waiting to escape.  He could see that Michael was
in the same condition.  He couldn't hold back and his cum shot forth as his
guts surged, where it landed he couldn't guess, but the feelings were like
never before.  Heightened by his own orgasm he watched in fascination as
Michael's weapon bucked, the eye opening wide to shoot gob after gob of hot
cum, some of it hitting Stephen in the face and he licked it off tasting the
sweet saltiness of Michael.

His eyes closed as the cock inside him expanded, filling him, riding him
hard and fast, hot and heavy, he felt the power behind Paul's cum as it hit
deep in his guts, forcing his own load harder from his body, he felt
drained, his eyes took on a hazy smoky glow as Paul continued to shoot his
load deep inside him...

'Stephen' could see 'Michael' over the head of the shaman, they were stood
on the opposite sides of a broken red circle, the place were no lone man
could come.  He could see himself through Michael's eyes, just as Michael
could see through his they were totally attuned now, the two become one,
slowly they walked toward the shaman in the centre of the circle.  Stephen
cast his eye inwards to see, happy within, Philip together with Kenjiro,
Greg and Paul, now and forever part of him, their minds and souls joined in
him, one with him...

Hand in hand now, Mikhael and Stevean dropped to their knees, twin golden
crowns upon their brows, as the shaman intoned the vows of the Gemell
warriors, he and Mikhael, mystical warrior kings of this their land of
Ar-nanth.  Joined as lovers friends and rulers, in mind and body one king
for this age.  One king to drive back the encroaching darkness from the
east.

Author: merddyn_emrys@hotmail.com