Date: Thu, 7 Jul 2011 19:50:17 +0200
From: Duo Decim <xii921462 (at) gmail (dot) com>
Subject: Village of Powder Falls - Chapter 1

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The Village of Powder Hills
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Chapter 1: Introductions
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The sweet scent of baking bread wafted through the village from the Powder
Hills Inn.  A rooster scuttled across a clearing in lustful pursuit of a
hen, only to find the hen turn around abruptly and head straight for it.
Thinking the hen had become tired of the daily pursuit, it stopped, but
soon realised that self-preservation was the order of the day, as a meat
cleaver just missed its bobbing head.  In a flutter of feathers the rooster
hastily followed the hen into a nearby brush to hide.  There the two fowls
quietly clucked with heaving breasts, and the rooster seizing the moment
pounced on the hen to perform his daily duties.

A kilometre down the road a hammer rung out on an anvil, as the Blacksmith
in his forge pounded on the blade for a farmer's plough.  In the room above
the forge a young man startled awake, and realising he had overslept,
quickly tried to rise.  Only his legs were being pinned down by those of
another.  He tried rousing his sleeping companion, but he just mumbled
something unintelligible and snuggled closer.  The snuggling continued, but
was replaced by his hard cock rubbing rhythmically against the young man's
thigh.  The young man reached between his sleeping companion's legs, and
playfully flicked his balls.  His bed partner opened his eyes in protest,
and was about to speak when the young man quickly covered his mouth.

"We are late for our chores, Rohan," he whispered, and the clang of the
anvil reinforced the importance of his statement.

With much haste and as quietly as possible the two young men proceeded to
dress.  Clothes flew between the two as they came upon an item of clothing
that belonged to the other until both were clothed.  Rohan was then
playfully dragged across the room, given a very lustful kiss, and pushed
out the large window onto a waiting stack of hay.  Rohan landed with a
thud, and with a giggle of joy went running towards the village.

"You're late, boy," said the Blacksmith, as the young man descended the
stairs into the forge, before pounding at the blade and cooling it in a
nearby water trough with a hiss.

"And Callum, I would suggest that the next time you have a sleeping mate,
that they are gone before I enter the forge, although the two of you did
look rather cute sleeping together," said the Blacksmith with a mischievous
grin, as Callum cheeks reddened.

Callum wanted to give an apology or something, but he could not think of
anything to say.  He kicked himself mentally for not realising that the
Blacksmith would have checked to see why he had not started stoking the
forge fires before his arrival.  He was a bit embarrassed that Tom would
have found Rohan snuggling his heavily muscled seventeen year old body.
Callum looked at his reflection in a nearby piece of polished steel, and
attempted to tame his unruly blond hair.

"Oh, come on boy, stop primping like a peacock, and get your bib on and
help me," said Tom good-heartedly.

Meanwhile, Rohan sprinted down the road whooping every now and again with
joy until he reached the village.  His final whoop startled the rooster and
hen from hiding who darted across the clearing, and into an adjacent brush.
He made his way to the Inn's kitchen door, and opening it quietly stuck his
head inside.  He saw no-one, and entered, but just as he was about to
ascend the stairs to his room, a finger tapped him on his shoulder.  He
startled in fright, and hit his head on the low beam of the doorway over
the stairs.  His hand went to rub his head, as he cautiously turned around.
A smile broke across his face as he saw the girl standing in front of him.

"And" she asked, with her hands on her hips.  She really was adopting the
mannerisms of their mother.  "And, what?" Rohan smilingly said while his
sister gave him the evil eye.  "Oh, please," she said rolling her eyes.
"Did you sleep with Callum?  God, I hope so, because the way you stare at
him each and every night is rather pitiful.  Not to mention that constant
tent in your pants is making the patrons horny, so Rachel and I seem to
spend the whole night slapping away men's roaming hands.  Oh, yes, and if
you didn't sleep with him, then Dad and I were talking about having you
castrated, because you obviously have no need for your balls."

Instinctively, Rohan's hands went to his crotch before he could stop
himself, to the snicker of laughter from his sister.  "Oh, you are so evil,
you know that right?"  After no response from his sister other than a coy
smile, he simple said, "If you must know, yes, and I think it was three or
maybe four times we did it before I fell asleep exhausted in his arms."

"Ah, that is so sweet, honey," came a jovial voice from behind his sister.
"I am hoping that this was Callum, because I was thinking of locking the
two of you naked in a room for a week in the hopes that you would finally
act on your interest for the boy.  But I see you've already had a roll in
the hay, if only I had known it would only have taken a bale of hay."  She
said this while reaching for his hair, and brushing off some of the hay
from his fall in the haystack.

Before Rohan could respond his mother and sister broke into hysterical
laughter.  He stood there glaring at them.  To compound his embarrassment
his father entered the kitchen carrying some empty ale jugs.  And in
between gasps of laughter his mother recounted her understanding of what
had transpired.  Rohan, throwing his hands in the air when his father
joined the laughter, turned and made his way to his room to quickly
complete his daily ablutions and prepare for his chores.

He was washing his smooth, toned body with the warm water from the wash
basin when his cock began to expand from his thoughts of Callum's hot
sweaty body grinding against his own.  His fingers lingered on his `boy
pussy' as Callum called it, and realised it was only slightly tender.  The
feeling of fullness that he had felt when Callum entered him last night had
been amazing.  And entering Callum in turn had been incredible.  He
couldn't believe how tight it felt.  How warm it felt.  How amazing it
felt.  He began to stimulate his hard cock with vigor and was on the edge
of climax when a loud banging was followed by his sister entering his room
without asking.  Rohan was past the point of no return, so could not stop
three long streams of sperm, and a few smaller ones shooting from his hard
cock.

|Geez, bro, I'd think you'd want to keep that for Callum's tight little
bubble bum, or wait does he use your little bum?" she said slapping his
naked bum before plonking down on his soft bed.  Rohan was about to
respond, but than his sister said, "And impressive equipment there little
bro."

With a groan he turned and washed the spunk from his body.  When he turned
around his sister had another comment, "Hey, where'd it go?"

"Geez, Caley, I think you need a man, or something."  Rohan walked naked
past his sister.  He retrieved some fresh clothing from his closet, and
dressed.  Turning around after dressing, he stared at his sister who lay
sprawled out on his bed staring at the ceiling.  Her curly brown hair had
fanned out, and she looked really beautiful, no stunning.  He understood
why all the men tried to get her interested in them, but they all knew the
law.  The decree of the land stated that a woman could only be courted from
her seventeenth birthday, and had to be married by her eighteenth; either
of her own choosing, or by decision of the local village council.  A number
of men from Powder Hills and the neighbouring country-side had already
expressed their interest in Caley to her father, but he had just laughed at
them, and said his daughter had a mind of her own and would decide.

His sister rolled over, and looking at him said, "that's a much more
respectable way to greet your sister as a guest in your room, oh, yeah, and
it will have to be `something', because <sigh> no man can touch me till I'm
seventeen.  I'm really envious of you.  But only two months to wait, yipe!
Maybe you should take that cock of yours and use it as a mould for the
`something'.  That should be quite adequate for my needs.

"Oh, yeah, Dad says you're to restock the firewood, wash down the bar, and
fix the damage from last night's brawl.  Old Jeremiah was his usual self
and insulted some travelling merchants.  And maybe you should clean up the
sperm you wasted on the floor.  Wouldn't want Mom wondering what the stain
on the floor is from."

Caley jumped from the bed, pecked her brother on the cheek, and was out of
his room before he could even find the words to respond.  With an evil
thought, he resolved that he would use his carpentry set he'd received for
his fifteenth birthday two months ago and do exactly what his sister wanted
and make a mould of his erect cock.  That should shut her up, then thinking
about it û he realised that she'd probably mount it on the bar so everyone
could see it, and declare that it was a replica of this cock.  Maybe on
second thoughts it wasn't a good idea.  She always did seem to outsmart
him.

Rohan was walking out the door of this room when his eye caught his
reflection in the mirror.  He thought he had seen something.  Maybe he
still had straw in his hair, although he thought he had rubbed it all out.
His light brown eyes scanned his black hair, and then he noticed it.
Thank, God, no one had noticed that his hair was caked with cum on the one
side of this face.  He moved over to the wash basin, and quickly rinsed his
hair.  His hair was slightly damp when he descended the stairs.  His father
was walking into the kitchen from the common room when Rohan took the last
step into the kitchen.

"Did Caley tell you about the chores to be done?"  "Yes, Sir," answered
Rohan, heading for the common room.  "Wait, leave that, change of plans.
Three of the ale barrels I bought last week are off.  I'd like you to go to
Two Springs, and have them swopped for us.  And while you are there, you
can get us some extra provisions.  Old Jeremiah reckons his ancient bones
are aching, which means a storm is brewing.  You can go this afternoon, and
then come back at first light tomorrow."

"Spend the night in Two Springs?" asked Rohan with conflicting emotions.
On the one hand going to Two Springs was an adventure, but on the other
hand he had hoped to have a repeat performance with Callum.  His cock
developed a semi just thinking about Callum.

"Yes, you are spending the night, and I've asked Brenan if he can spare his
brothers for the afternoon, and morning, so they will be accompanying you.
It's a lot safer if there are three of you travelling together.  And those
two boys with their bulging muscles can be quite intimidating.  You don't
mind sharing a room at Uncle Sila's Inn in Two Springs for the night with
them do you?"

Rohan liked Jason and Mikhail.  They had always been kind to him, and even
though they were seven years older than him, had always been happy to spend
time with him.  His dad was right about their size.  They were large in all
accounts.  Their muscles were well developed from working long hard hours
on their family farm.  With a grin on his face, Rohan realised he would see
them naked this evening, and finally see what they kept hidden in their
breeches.

"Rohan, I asked you a question."  "No, I don't mind."  "Good, let's go down
to the cellar, and bring up the first cask of ale," said Rohan's father, as
he exited the kitchen door.

Rohan followed him outside to two large cellar doors.  They could have
entered the cellar from the kitchen, but the barrels were two large and
heavy to be navigated up the narrow kitchen stairs.  Rohan's father opened
the doors, and they began heaving and pushing the first of the three
barrels up the ramp to the waiting wagon.  It was hard work, and if it
wasn't for the ingenious devices that the Blacksmith, Tom, had developed
they would never have been able to move them on their own.  By the time
they had the three barrels loaded onto the Inn's wagon, Rohan had long ago
tossed aside his sweat soaked shirt.  His father was likewise covered in
sweat, and stood panting next to the wagon when they were done.  Caley
appeared from the kitchen with some cold water and lemon.  Both Rohan and
his father guzzled down the water.  Rohan was going to thank his sister,
but noticed that she was staring at something behind him.  He turned, and
saw Jason and Mikhail racing towards the Inn on two black horses.  They
looked so strong and powerful on their horses.

They both greeted Caley with a kiss on her cheek, and a hand held out to
the innkeeper after they had dismounted from their horses.  Rohan was
feeling a little left out, but Jason picked him up off his feet, and gave
him a big bear hug and a peck on the cheek.  He then handed him to his
brother like you would a little child.  He also hugged him tight.

Mikhail kissed him on the cheek, and whispering in his ear said, "Hmm, you
look good enough to eat when you are all sweaty.  Your muscles are coming
along nicely, they make you so sexy," he said after which he nibbled on
Rohan's ear.  Rohan could not help, but let out a soft moan.  It had been
Callum who had found out the previous night that nibbling on Rohan's ears
made him super horny.  Only Jason saw the exchange between Rohan and his
brother, as Caley and her father had their backs turned to the two and were
asking him if there was any news from their farm.  Jason had a very good
feeling that Caley would choose him when it was time for her to join with
someone.  Actually, he was hoping and praying it would be him.  He was
completely and utterly in love with Caley, but then again so were most of
the eligible bachelors in the village.

As Jason watched, Rohan said something, untangled himself from Mikhail and
grabbing his shirt he ran into the kitchen.

"Rohan's just going to go and freshen up, and then we can be on our way",
Mikhail said.

They spoke about various topics for a little while, until Mikhail asked
Caley, "So, not long to go now, so are you starting to plot and plan about
who's heart you are going to break and who's heart you are going to
capture?"

"No, I will see when the time comes," said Caley, as she twirled her hair
around her finger like she used to do when she had done something wrong
when she was little.  Caley's father, and the brothers picked up on the
action, and her father said good-naturedly, "oh, please you and your Mom
are always planning, scheming and plotting."  The men all broke out into
laughter.

It was at this moment, that Rohan exited the kitchen, and thinking that his
sister had mentioned the loss of his virginity and that everyone was
laughing at him said, "ah, come on Caley, please don't tell everyone."

"Tell everyone what, little man," asked Jason.

Rohan's father was about to say something about him and Callum, when Caley
elbowed him in the ribs.  "Okay, I get it, Dad be quiet," he said rubbing
his side where he had been elbowed.  This led to more laughter.

Rohan breathed a sigh of relief.  It seemed that his sister had not blabbed
about him and Callum.  It might have been a little too uncomfortable at his
uncle's inn that evening if she had told them.  They readied themselves for
the trip and all said their goodbyes.  Caley seemed to linger on her
farewell to Mikhail, and whispered something in his ear.  This confused
Rohan, because he was sure that Caley was interested in Jason.  But then
they were twins, and he had to admit, that with their identical curly black
hair and piercing green eyes many people could not tell them apart.
Although, their personalities and the fact that he had known them since he
was little meant that he could easily tell them apart.  When he was little
they used to try and trick him, but he always guessed the right name for
the right brother.  Maybe she hadn't made up her mind between the two.  He
just hoped that she didn't start a feud or something stupid between the
brothers.  Then again it would not be the first time that something like
that had happened at Powder Hills.

Whilst Rohan and the brothers made their way towards Two Springs, Callum
was walking the six kilometres to the brothers' farm with the plough blade
inside a bag strapped on his back.  He had set out just after Tom had
finished fixing the blade.  It was heavy, and took him some time to walk
the distance to the farm.  Hot, sweaty, and exhausted he arrived at the
farmhouse in the early afternoon.  He quickly took off the bag and placed,
no dropped it onto the porch.  His shoulders and back were aching from the
exertion.  He pulled off his shirt, and dipped his head in the water trough
close to the farmhouse.

Rubbing his shoulders he entered the farmhouse.  It was
uncharacteristically quiet.  Maybe, they were in the barn or the fields.
He took some milk from the pantry and drank it while nibbling on some
biscuits that he had found.  He had missed breakfast and lunch, and was
starving.  Walking out to the porch nibbling and alternatively drinking the
milk, he scanned the farmyard and surrounding lands.  The brothers were
nowhere in sight.  He was just about to turn around when two strong arms
wrapped themselves around his body, and someone nibbled on his neck.  He
could feel the naked warm torso of a man pushing up against his back.

"I am hoping that this is Brenan biting my neck, or I am in serious
trouble," Callum said enjoying the feeling of the two strong arms wrapped
around him.  "You may still get into all sorts of trouble," Brenan growled
turning Callum's head so he could kiss him.  "Hmm, you taste like cookies
and cream."  Callum turned around.  "Oh, hello, what do we have here," he
said with his eye brows bouncing up and down whilst surveying Brenan's
naked body.

Brenan was just as muscled as the twins, and although he was 28 looked in
excellent shape from the hard work on the farm.  His face was squarer than
those of the twins, and he sported brown hair and eyes.  Brenan in turn
looked over the sweaty young boy; no check that, man, in front of him.
Callum was strikingly handsome with blue eyes, crimson lips, and a very
mischievous face.  He had never learnt the circumstances of Callum's
arrival in the village at the age of twelve.  One morning he just seemed to
be at the Inn.  The Innkeepers wife had taken him in for a year, and then
at thirteen he moved to the blacksmith and learning his trade.

Callum trailed a finger over the smooth muscles, and took Brenan's soft,
fat, heavy cock in his hand.  He squeezed it, which elicited a slight moan
from Brenan.  A smile crossed Callum's face as he licked his lips and
remembered the first time that he had held this beautiful cock in his
hands.

[...to be continued...Ch.2]

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