Date: Fri, 11 Sep 2009 09:18:56 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The Iron Crown 07/12 (fantasy)

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THE IRON CROWN
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2009
written on on May 28, 2002
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by Randhir

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE IRON CROWN" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic
scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family,
opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to
read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or
because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed
guest.

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Chapter 7 - THE THIRD YEAR - DERK AND KOSSUR

Three years had elapsed. Derk had been the last one to discover the
seed's power, as he avoided for a long time any sexual adventure, in
order to remain faithful to his Axel. He had been a guest of a noble man
in an unknown land, where a servant of that aristocrat who spoke his
language acted as his interpreter. The lord, recognising in the young
man a knight, had offered him hospitality.

During the night the twenty-three years old son of the host, slipped
into his bed and "convinced" him to have sex. It had been a fast thing,
an explosion of libido... The host's young son fucked the young knight in
the mouth with sadistic abandon and emptied himself in the knight's
mouth. He then went away, without caring to satisfy Derk.

But Derk discovered that, quite suddenly, all the memories of the young
son were available to him!! He understood. And, curiously, he felt
grateful for that partial violence he had had to undergo. The day after
he also discovered that he now could perfectly understand the language
of his hosts but out of prudence, went on to use only his own language.
He thanked them for their hospitality and took leave.

While he was leaving, he passed by that young man, the one who entered
into his room the previous night, and heard him whisper, in a scornful
tone, "Ha, the knight who likes to be fucked in his mouth!"

At that Derk, in the language of the young host, whispered him, "And
what about you, who let all the soldiers of your father to screw your
ass like madmen... and who loves it?" and smiled amused at the surprised
and frightened expression of the young man.

All long those three years, Derk limited himself to suck, from time to
time, men or boys, only to gather useful information and to be able to
speak the language of the lands he was crossing. He had at time to fight
but, thanks to the seed of his Axel, of Harti and Jens, even though he
was now just twenty years old, he became really strong, valiant and
wise. And then thanks to Altma and Kimon's seed, he also became shrewd
and prudent...

He was crossing a fascinating land, where there lived strong men with a
shaved face, besides thick droopy moustaches, their long hair tied in
two tails at the sides of the head. That land was divided in several
small kingdoms, often at war with each other, and when the soldiers were
not engaged in a war, they were raging in the country. At times he had
to face some drunken soldiers but the other, weighing his skill and
force, quite often got off like a shot. Only a couple of times he had to
kill his adversary do get rid of him. One of them had a horse which he
took as booty along with the dead man's weapons which he now carried
with him.

He camped near a small spring, tied the two horses, and lit a small fire
to roast a hare he had caught during the day. He would later prepare a
place to sleep and pass the night. The sun was slowly setting but it was
still clear enough.

All of a sudden he heard sharp shrieks, like those of a woman, and
several men's laughter.

The thin voice was shouting, "No, no, please, no! Please, I pray you...
Nooo! Aaaaaaahhh! Noooo!" and Derk felt in it terror and pain.

He stood up and went towards the origin of that voice and of the voices
of the men who were laughing and swearing. The screams were now
heartrending.

And soon saw them - they were four half naked soldiers, aroused; two
were holding a naked boy, one his left wrist and ankle united, and the
other the right ones, so that the boy was kept vertical, totally
blocked, helpless, and with his butt well spread. On the ground were
lying the other two soldiers, their legs intertwined like scissors, one
in front of the other, so that their erect members were pressed one
against the other in vertical and were both embedded in the boy's anus.
With their hands the two were holding the boy at the waist and making
him spring up and down, impaling him without any pity, laughing at the
desperate wriggling of their victim.

Derk saw red! He unsheathed his sword and, stepping forward, ordered,
"Let him free, immediately!"

They became still and turned their heads to look at him.

One of the soldiers said, "What do you want? Go away! This boy belongs
to us, we bought him, he is our thing and we can do with him anything we
want!"

"But you are hurting him!"

"That's not your matter! We can even kill him, if we feel like, he is
our thing!"

"He is not a thing, he is a human being, and he is suffering! Let him
free immediately!" he ordered again and raised his sword.

One of the two who were keeping the boy still, let go og him and bent
down to pick his sword, then hurled himself against the young knight.
Derk moved slightly aside, made a lunge, and his blade pierced the heart
of the soldier who fell on the ground, dying with an amazed expression
in his eyes. The other three, meanwhile, had left the boy who, Derk
noticed, had his ankles and wrists tied together, and rushed to seize
their weapons.

Derk attacked the second soldier and cut off his head while he was still
bending to pick his weapon. The other two, whirling their swords,
attacked him at once from either side. But Derk was way more nimble than
them, and avoided their attack without difficulty. Their blades clashed
with strong clanging. The battle didn't last much - they were just
soldiers and he was a knight. He killed them one after the other. Then,
lowered his sword, he went near the boy who was lying on the ground,
shaken by strong sobs. A rivulet of blood was dripping from the poor boy
anus. Derk cut the ropes and took the boy in his arms.

The boy threw himself in those arms, circling his neck and sobbing said,
"Don't hurt me you too, please! Don't hurt me..."

"No, no, my boy, no, don't worry. Nobody will hurt you any more..." he
said hugging him tight.

He noticed that the face and the hair of the boy was dirty with almost
dry seed. Along the legs of the boy the blood was dripping.

"Come to the spring, you need to wash..." he said with tenderness.

He picked up the boy and, caressing his thin naked body shaken with
sobs, went to the sping where he immersed the boy in the water and
started to gently wash him. He then brought the boy to his bivouac and
put him on his mantle. Thanks to Arseno's seed, he was able to gather
some healing herbs, and chewed them with some of the grease of his hare,
then went again near the boy.

He said, "Turn around. You can possibly feel some pain, but this paste
will stop your blood..."

The boy complied. When Derk saw the torn anus, felt a pang in his
stomach. Very gently, he spread on it the healing paste he had just
prepared.

"Now try to rest for a while, my boy. I'll be back soon, don't worry."

"Yes, sir..." the boy answered with a thin voice, looking at him with a
sad and wounded expression.

Derk went back to the duel place and gathered the weapons, clothes,
armours and sacks of the dead soldiers and took the entire load at his
bivouac. There was no trace of the boy's clothes.

"I couldn't find your clothes, boy."

"I didn't have any, sir. They were always keeping me with them all
naked, tied with a rope."

"All naked?"

"Yes..."

"What's your name, boy?"

"Kossur, sir."

"Were you their slave?"

"My mother sold me to them, two years ago, to use me for sex."

"Your mother sold you to them? For sex? How old were you, then?"

"I was twelve, sir. Soldiers often buy boys for sex. At my home there
was not enough food for everybody."

"You were just twelve and... and were they always using you so?"

"No, today is the first time they tried it in two... they usually took me
every day, but one at a time. At times, for a coin or a beer tankard
they let other soldiers who didn't have enough money to buy a boy or a
girl use me... but the girls are more expensive than the boys..."

"And you were kept for two years all naked, and at lash like a dog?"

"Yes, sir, that's... normal." the boy said with infinite sadness.

He was skinny, gaunt, and his big eyes seemed even bigger on his
emaciated face.

"And now?" Derk asked, more to himself than to the boy.

"Now I belong to you, sir. I'm skilled in giving pleasure, do you know?
But don't hurt me, please..."

"I see, you are now mine... No, don't worry, I will never hurt you."

"You are... really strong. You alone killed all four of them... Are you an
aristocrat?"

"A knight."

"Where from?"

"From a very far away land."

"Will you take me with you, now?"

"Certainly." Derk said, caressing his wet hair, and moved them away from
his face.

The boy didn't smile; he looked at him serious, but in his eyes was
starting to appear a timid reliance.

After they had eaten, Derk, using some of the clothes of the dead
soldier, improvised a kind of provisional dress for the boy. The night
fell. Derk lay on his mantle, pulled against him the boy and covered
both.

"Do you want me to make you enjoy, sir?" after a while the boy shyly
asked.

"No, you have first to heal. Moreover, you don't have to have sex with
me only because I desire it. You are once again a free man."

"A free man? I?"

"Of course. In my land no human being is bought or sold."

"But I... with you... I would be happy to make you enjoy. You are kind..."

"We will see. Let's sleep, now." Derk answered, caressing him with
tender gentleness and hugging him.

The boy healed in three weeks. Derk sold part of the booty of the four
dead soldiers keeping just a few things, and bought clothes for Kossur.
The boy was getting more and more affectionate with the young knight.

After four weeks, in the evening, while they were lying waiting to fall
asleep and Derk, as usual, was hugging him, the boy said, "Now I'm
totally healed, knight Derk... If you want to take me... I would really be
happy..."

"Would you really be happy?" the young man asked, caressing him - he was
feeling attracted to that sweet boy, he felt he was beginning to love
him.

It was not yet a love comparable with his love for Axel, it was
different - this was a love of tenderness, of protection, even though
clearly physical.

"You did so much for me, I would like to do something for you, but I
have nothing else to offer you..."

"You are working for me, prepare the meals, keep my things clean... You
could become my squire... I'll teach you to use the weapons, and..."

"But... you don't want me? You don't like me?"

"Yes, I like you, you are a really desirable boy..."

"So, then... I would really be happy if you had sex with me... really. You
are... beautiful, strong, and good hearted... Please?"

"All right Kossur, come here... this night we will suck each other and
tomorrow we will decide what to do. Because tomorrow morning I will know
everything about you, and you everything about me..." Derk gently said
him.

The boy readily turned under the mantle, raised the knight's tunic and
started to give him pleasure with delicate hands, lips and tongue. Also
Derk searched in the boy's clothes and started to give him the same
pleasure he was receiving. United in a perfect circle of passion, they
forgot the impending night and devoted to each other in a contest to
give enjoyment to the companion. The boy was really skilled, and Derk
too was, so that in a short time, first Kossur, then Derk reached the
peak of the pleasure and gave each other their seed. Derk made the boy
turn again hugged and kissed him.

"Let's sleep now... Tomorrow morning we will have to talk for a while, I
guess..." he whispered, caressing him.

"Have a good rest, knight, and thank you... It has been really beautiful."

"Yes, really beautiful. Good night to you, Kossur."

The sunrays woke up Derk. He opened his eyes and saw that the boy was
looking at him serious, "I know everything about you, as you said... How
did it happen?"

"A magic that is in my seed and in my body. I too now know everything
about you."

"Ah... and..." the boy shyly said.

"And I like you very much, even more than before."

"I too like you very much, knight... Do you want me in your quest?"

"Without any doubt. But if you know everything about me, you also know
that my heart is bound to Axel..."

"Yes, of course. I will just be your squire, if you want. And I will
make love with you any time you desire, with joy and pride. You are
making of me a new man, and I will be grateful to you forever."

"Good, squire Kossur, a long adventure is waiting for us. I'm glad that
the gods made me cross your road. Let's get ready to resume our
journey."

"Before leaving... may I ask you something? Express you a desire?"

Derk looked at him with a smile - he now knew also that desire.

"Yes, Kossur, lie on your back - before leaving I will fulfil your
desire, I will take you..."

"And also other times, isn't it?" the boy asked, taking out his tunic
and lying on his back.

"Yes, of course. But you too, then, will have to take me - you know that
I like it, don't you?"

"Yes, I now know it. Do you know that it would be my first time to take
a man?"

"I'm flattered. Do you know that you are really handsome, even though
still just a boy?"

"You instead are very beautiful... I would like one day to be like you."

"And you will be, also thanks to my seed, as you know."

"Sure... how great! But now take me, please..." Kossur said offering himself
with a light and serene smile.

Derk smiled in his turn and went down on him; the boy guided the
beautiful member now fiercely erect inside his welcoming intimacy and
they were finally deeply united.

"Ooohh, for all the gods' sake! With you it's really good!" the boy
panted.

"I am not hurting you, am I?"

"No, not at all, on the contrary... you are giving me an immense pleasure!
Oh what a good feeling, your flesh in me! Oh, Derk, make it last as long
as possible... it is... it is incredible! Oh, yes... yes... move it, make me
feel all of it... Push, go on... Oh, Derk, blessed be the day when my mother
sold me, blessed be the two years of slavery, blessed be the violence I
undergo and that brought you to me... I'm yours, Derk, totally yours!
Yeeesss, soooo!" the boy panted in a happy singsong delirious with
pleasure while the young man was taking him with passionate strokes.

Derk was looking at his radiant face and felt as if his companion was
becoming wonderful in the emotion of his lust. He was looking at that
body still frail, where boyhood was rapidly withdrawing and which was
entering the thresholds of virility, and that would then please him more
and more. The young member, already of a good size, that seemed to have
grown in those few minutes, was turgid and tense in the spasm of
pleasure.

"Kossur, I like you!"

"Yes..."

"You are so beautiful, while I'm taking you."

"Yes..."

"And it is so very good being inside you..."

"Oh, yes..."

"Are you happy, Kossur?"

"Delighted, Derk, really delighted!"

"And so am I, my friend." the knight said and went down to kiss him
while going on to passionatly move inside him, without hurry but with a
gentle vigour.

"Yes," Derk clearly thought, "I love him in a different way than Axel,
but I really love this gentle boy... I love him!"

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THE FOURTH YEAR - KIMON AND FLORIANO

Kimon reached the shore of a wide sea. Up to then nobody seemed to have
ever heard of either a Great Priest, nor of an iron crown. He sat,
thoughtful, while his horse was quietly grazing. All long his journey he
learned plenty of things, he saw different and odd people, he overcame
tests and difficult moments... Kimon was now twenty-two and his body was
sound and sturdy.

He also had had some almost careless moments - almost because his
mission was urging him. Like that time when a young knight-errant shared
for several months the road with him and, after the very first days,
they started to make love. He was almost thinking he found a new
companion; he was about falling in love with him. But, one evening,
after he drank his seed, he became aware that they weren't really fit
for each other. Therefore he never allowed the other to drink his seed,
and finally they parted way.

He had enjoyed good company like that time when a merchant invited him
inside his tent - they came out only three says later, finally sated
with sex and food. The merchant was a wizard in both fields... The man
told him that in his journeys he went as far as India, where he learned
how to really make sex, even between men...

He had exciting episodes like when he assisted with the annual wrestling
contests in a remote village - the local youths challenged each other
and, if the other accepted the challenge the winner had the right to
screw the loser in the arse. He asked to take part in the challenges
and, thanks to his incredible strength, he always won and so he topped
all the handsome boys of the village.

He had now to decide which way he had to choose - had he to go west or
east? He was thinking about it, when he saw a boy of about seventeen or
eighteen years old, walking along the shore in his direction. He
observed him - he had a golden complexion, curly brown hair, a slender
gait... When the boy was nearer, he also noticed his green-hazelnut eyes
and sweet lips. From his clothes he guessed he had to be a sailor. The
boy, drawing nearer, was looking at him and when he got near him he
stopped in front of him.

They looked at each other in silence for a while, then the boy asked
him, in a rather odd but understandable language, "Can you understand
me?"

"Enough."

"You are not a local, right? You come from the north, don't you?"

"You are right. But you too don't seem to be a local."

"No, in fact. I come from the Adria Sea, but my ship is now working here
in the Black Sea. Where are you going to?"

"I don't know."

"Are you a knight-errant?"

"A kind of. I'm searching for the Land of the Great Priest..."

"The Great Priest? Do you possibly mean the Pope?"

"What's a Pope?"

"Well, the boss of all the priests of the Christ, and he lives in Rome."

"And... do you know if by chance he has an iron crown?"

"An iron crown? I really don't think so, no... I think he has a gold one,
but I'm not sure..."

While they were talking, Kimon looked carefully at that boy and thought
that he liked him very much, and that he would have liked having sex
with him, at least once.

Almost as if the other read his thoughts, with a hesitant smile said,
"We... at sea... we often have sex between us sailors... and I would like
having it with you. I never saw such a beautiful body and... and also your
eyes appeal to me..."

"And yours to me. And I was exactly thinking the same thing as you..."
Kimon answered with a smile.

"Well, then... we can do it." the boy said letting himself down at his
side and leaning a hand on his thigh in an intimate caress, slowly
moving towards his crotch.

Kimon felt at once aroused. "Of course, and with pleasure." he answered
slipping a hand in the cut of the boy's sleeve and caressing his chest
skin.

"Do you like also men, knight?" the boy asked with a mischievous smile.

"Only men... but... my name is Kimon; and yours?"

"I am Floriano. In my language it means the boy of the flowers."

"A beautiful name. My name in our language means the chief of a
multitude..."

"You have the aspect of a chief. And also the sceptre of a real chief..."
the boy giggled, as he reached the knight's member.

"Let's undress..." Kimon suggested, excited.

The boy stood up and started to slowly undress, in a sensual and
provoking way, looking at his companion taking away his clothes. "Holy
shit! You are really well built!" he exclaimed widening his eyes seeing
the sound complexion, the chiselled muscles of the other.

He caressed his erect member and also that of the young sailor was
already hard, pointing upwards, throbbing. Kimon pulled him to himself
circling his waist with an arm, pushing forward his pelvis until their
members met and were pushed against their hairy and warm crotches. The
boy brushed himself against him.

"Do you like to kiss?" the sailor asked, his voice hoarse with desire.

"I do..." the young knight answered and their mouths met, and their
tongues played, full of desire.

The boy parted a little from him and emitted a pleased sigh, then, his
eyes shining with lust, asked, "And... do you like to take an arse?"

"I love it... and you have a delightful small arse!" Kimon said fingering
it with greed.

"Yours too is nice..." the sailor answered.

"I like also to be taken, anyway..." Kimon said.

"Perfect!" Floriano sighed, and their mouths united again in a kiss full
of fire.

The knight pushed the sailor on the sand, lying on top of him, without
their mouths loosing the contact.

When they resumed their breath, the boy asked him, in an excited
whisper, "Do you want me?"

"To die for."

"I too do... but you go first. Take me!"

"Not yet. We have time, haven't we?"

"You are killing me... Gosh, how much I desire feeling you in me... and I in
you... It's for four years ago that I discovered sex, but nobody excited
me as you now do, do you know?"

"Who made you discover it?"

"The sailors, at my first signing-on. And you?"

"My knight, when I became his squire... or rather a little before."

"Did you like it at once?"

"Yes, very much. And you?"

"At first it was a little painful, but now I like it a lot. Oh, Kimon,
kiss me again - you are so skilled in that! And your saliva has the
taste of a fresh spring..."

"I want you... how do you want me to take you, Floriano?"

"Dog style - I want to feel all of it inside me."

"I have nothing as a lubricant..."

"I don't need it, don't worry. Here, I'm ready - push it all inside, go
on!" the young sailor said as he took the position, spreading his small
firm buttocks with both hands.

Kimon kneeled at his back and drove it on his hole and, with his first
push, slipped all inside to the root in a single stroke. "For all the
gods' sake, how hot you are!" he exclaimed, excited.

"Yes, I'm hot for you since the first moment I saw you... screw me, go
on!"

Kimon circled his waist with an arm and with the other his chest,
holding to his back, then, making skilfully rolls with his pelvis,
started to fill the warm love channel.

"So... good... No, don't touch my cock, or else I'll spurt... I have to take
you, afterwards... so, good, go on!" the boy spurred him, sensually
tossing under him.

Kimon didn't need to be spurred, but he felt pleasure hearing that his
companion was appreciating that passionate ride. He fucked him for a
long time, gently biting his shoulders, his neck, brushing his nipples.
With each lunge, Floriano pushed himself against him, happily moaning.

"You know how to screw an arse, my handsome big male... oh god! You are
almost making me come without touching it... you are fantastic..."

"You have fire in your veins, boy!"

"You lit it, man!"

"In a while I will put it out... I'm near to come..."

"Yes, fill me, drown me, flood me! Oh, yes, so, go on! Go on! Harder!
Screw me, screw me, screw me!"

"Here... I'm feeling... here... here... heeeeereeeee!!!" Kimon yelled starting
to unload into him with a set of strong, convulsive jets.

The boy pushed the arse against his crotch, skilfully contracting and
relaxing his anus until he got from that hot rod even the last drop of
seed.

Kimon was deeply panting and was feeling his heart madly beat. A set of
strong shudders shook him. When they ceased, he slowly slipped out of
the welcoming hole that had just given him one of the best orgasms he
had ever experienced. They let themselves fall on the sand and both
emitted a long and deep sigh. The boy leaned forward to kiss him and
their mouths united again.

"Not it's up to you..." the young knight said with a smile.

"No, wait still some time - if I do it now, I will come at once, I'm way
too much aroused. You have been fantastic... I don't know if I will be
able to give you so much pleasure... If in your land everybody is like
you, I will move there..."

"But in my land we have no sea. Just mountains, and a small river, and
a..."

"I would learn to be a highlander, I swear!" the boy said with a giggle.

"And I am pondering if I've to become a sailor. I like you."

"Thank you... and we are just at mid way... of our first encounter."

"Do you foresee many more of them?" Kimon asked, mischievous.

"They wait for me at our ship only in three days, therefore... And I hope
you are not in hurry..."

"No, not really. Three days... and three nights... I'll spend them with you
more than willingly."

"Don't I totally agree?"

They caressed and kissed again.

Then the boy asked, "Are you ready?"

"Sure thing, and you?"

"More than ready."

"How do you want to take me?"

"Here on the sand the best is dog style, as we did before, or else we
will fill our arses and cocks with sand... and it wouldn't be agreeable."

They assumed the position and the boy, seizing the young man's sides,
rummaged with his member's tip in the furrow between the buttocks.

Kimon guided it on the goal, "Push, now!"

"Yeeeeaaaahhhh..." the boy murmured.

Kimon relaxed and felt it wedge inside him more and more deeply.
Floriano entered him with a set of short strokes and when he felt his
testicles pressed, he stopped.

"You are thight, even if it went in without difficulty. You didn't take
many cocks as I did, it seems..."

"I don't know. Anyway yours isn't the biggest I took. Harti, the knight
to whom I was a squire, had it a little bigger than mine..."

"And you said that he didn't hurt you, not even the first time?"

"No, he used lard and was really gentle... Move, go on, let me feel it
all!"

Also the boy took him for a long time, with measured, skilful thrusts,
so getting and giving the utmost pleasure. He for sure was not a
greenhorn. The sun was starting to set on the other side of the sea,
when they finally relaxed, both fully sated.

"The night is cool. It's better to wear our clothes." the boy suggested.

"No, let's just wrap in my mantle and sleep naked..." Kimon answered.

"But doing so, who's able to sleep?" the boy said with a giggle, but
then said, "Anyway I like your idea."

When they had settled, lying on a side, one in front of the other, their
bodies tightly intertwined, the boy said, "Gosh, how good I'm feeling
here with you...I will miss you when we will have to part..."

"You barely know me..."

"But rather intimately, I should say." the young sailor giggled.

They chatted for some time, telling each other bits of their lives,
until they fell asleep, almost at the same time.

The following morning the sun woke Kimon. Floriano was still asleep.
Under the mantle it was hot; they were slightly sweating. The young
knight uncovered their bodies and Floriano moaned shortly, his face
serene and relaxed. Kimon saw that the boy had a glorious morning
hard-on.

He liked that boy... he wanted to get to know him better, and he had the
means to. He bent on the beautifully tanned body and took in his lips
his member, gently licking and sucking it. Floriano moaned again and
moved a little.

After a short while Kimon heard the boy's voice, still a little drowsy,
"Gosh, what a wonderful waking up! I'll give half of my life to be waken
up so every morning!" he muttered.

Kimon went on giving him head merrily. He liked everything of that boy
up to then, from his voice to his joyfulness, from his body to the way
he made love, from his eyes and lips, to his hands that seemed to
naturally know where to caress him, in the most sensitive spots...

He felt the member throb; the body stiffen and understood that soon... the
boy would have no more secrets from him. Really Arseno had given them a
particularly useful power! He liked the sea taste of that strong member,
the scent of sex of that pubis whose hair tickled his nose with each
lunge. With a hand he lightly kneaded his firm testicles, the tense sack
skin. With the other he roamed on the boy's belly and chest. Floriano
was now moaning non-stop in a low voice, feeling his orgasm approaching
inexorable.

"Kimon... if you want to pull out... before it's too late... if you want, I... I
am near to..." the boy muttered.

Kimon doubled his efforts waiting for the result.

Floriano said, with a chocked voice, "I... di... d pre... ve... nt... yo... uuuuu!"
and unloaded in a massive and continuous flow that the knight gulped
down with big sips - he was amazed by the big quantity of the seed that
the boy was giving him.

He went on sucking him even when the panting sailor started to relax,
until Floriano whispered him to please stop... His member, oversensitive,
couldn't stand any more the intense stimuli of the companion's tongue
and lips.

They lay down, embraced, "Not it's my turn..." the boy said.

"Not yet, wait... let me have some rest, now..." Kimon said, waiting for his
body to absorb the seed to get so the information he wanted.

The young knight hugged the sailor and caressed his beautiful body,
while in him were surfacing the boy's memories... He saw his boyhood as a
fisher, his curiosity, his desire to know, his love for adventure... He
"remembered" how he ran away from home and his first signing-on a Greek
ship, and his initiation to sex by the elder sailors, his initial shock,
his pain, and the pleasure that gradually seized him.

He then saw when in a seaport he fell in love with the sailor of another
ship, that he followed embarking there. Their passionate and yearning
love. His total devotion to this love. And, just one year before, the
disappearance of his lover, who fell in the sea during a storm; they
found him, drowned, three days later... His immense grief, his slow
recovery... Then Kimon saw the feelings of the boy after they met... and
decided to propose him to be his boyfriend - that boy, so beautiful
outside, was even more beautiful inside.

"Floriano?" he sweetly called feeling how much his body was still
aroused and full of desire.

"Yes, Kimon?" he answered looking at him with his big, luminous, pure
eyes and smiling.

"Would you like to come with me, to journey with me?"

"It would be really beautiful..."

"Would you become my squire and my lover?"

"You really want it? You barely know me..." the boy answered but in his
eyes hope was shining.

"I know you much more than you think... and I like you..."

"I too like you... I don't know... I feel like... like you could be the lover
that... I hope not to deceive myself, but..."

"If you want, you too can get to know me intimately, much more than it
is normally possible."

"And how?" the boy asked him, made curious.

Kimon explained him in few words the magic that he underwent before
leaving, and invited him to try. The sailor listening to him widened his
eyes... but then, with a smile full of desire, bent down on his
companion's lap and started to suck and lick his beautiful, already
erect member in a shuddering passion. He received in him Kimon's seed
then the knight embraced and caressed him waiting for the magic to
happen.

Floriano looked at him with his big dreamy eyes and whispered, "That's
incredible... I know you as I know myself, now! For sure I'll come with
you, and I will be proud being your squire, happy to be your lover. But,
Kimon..."

"Yes?"

"Let's make again love, before resuming the journey." he suggested with
a provoking and sly expression.

"With real pleasure, my boy, with real pleasure!" the knight answered
pulling him against his body and starting to passionately kiss him.

"I hope to be able to give you all the love that Harti has not been able
to give you..."

"I'm sure you will be more than able." Kimon gladly sighed, and they
resumed making love.

To make love with somebody you know so intimately is an unique
experience, because one is able to answer to the others desires in an
almost perfect way - they were aware that now their union was more
intimate than ever, more beautiful than ever, and before they resurfaced
to the daily world, filled with a happy wonder, hours elapsed.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 8

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