Date: Wed, 16 Sep 2015 02:53:39 +0200
From: dickydoo2@gmx.com
Subject: Medieval Meddlin 2

			    Medieval Meddlin' 2

   Beast of Two Backs               New n' Nude                    Hornucopia

     ...we stood up and I grabbed my new ball as he held Bear to his chest
with one arm then with the other took my arm to lead him in. He chuckled,
"You know that beer was not good, yuck. I need to get the taste out of my
mouth. So I'm looking forward to our last presents when we get in and
unwrap them..."


     ...And when he felt the wooden floor under his feet as we entered the
stables, he let go of my arm, knowing the way real good now, but when I
bent down to pick up the candle, he chuckled, "I hear you, no candle. You
have to catch me! Hide and seek! No candle! Winner gets his roger tasted
till it's a rod!"

     Of course we were gonna taste each other's but we liked the game
first. We couldn't swordfight with sticks like the other's did for sport,
although when I showed him how we could hold each other and do it with our
rods, we did that for fun sometimes too.

     He always loved the dark because he had the advantage. His sense of
touch, smell and hearing was much higher developed than mine making up for
his loss of sight. At first I thought I was letting him win so he'd feel
better, but I soon learned, he didn't need my help and I only won when he
made an infrequent mistake or by pure luck.

     When I had started working in the stables, they allowed me to live in
the stall at the end by the outer wall after I had fixed it up. It was
where the stored any extra hay, which wasn't much, and after I scavenged
some boards for a roof and put the hay on top now, it made for a great
place. My own home actually! And It was quite comfortable with a flap
hanging down as a door for privacy.

     I loved this game as much as he did because it sure made me appreciate
his sightless world. Of course I could hear a couple of his footsteps at
first as he hustled toward our home while I slowly and quietly silently
tiptoed into the inky blackness. It was his turf now and was my turn to
wave my hands outstretched before me looking, or like him now, feeling for
him.

     Occasionally I would still bump into, or knock something over. He was
soundless till he startled me, making me look to the left when he giggled,
"What's keeping you?" I turned and put my hands out, then to my left again
"Nope! Wrong way!"

     He became silent again and I realized he had screwed me up and I
couldn't remember which way I was going. Little bugger. Got me again. I
moved around with my hands out till I recognized a post and then he giggled
to my right as I heard him flip the flap up. Finally, I started towards it
and when I felt the flap and went to bend down, I was startled when wrapped
his arms around me from behind me as he said, "You lose!  Party time!"

     Jeez, he was good. I felt Bear in his one hand against me as the other
dropped down and squeezed my dink as he rubbed his crotch on my bum. His
chin was on my shoulder, "Mmm.. I love the smell of your hair, so nice and
clean from our wash before our party. I'll guide you over to our bed, you
may get lost"

     Boy, he loved to rub it in, as much as I liked him doing it. He would
squeeze my crotch in his fist and bend the ball of flesh in in the
direction he wanted till we ended up at our bedside, which of course was
always close, but we loved the game.

     "My goodness, you are making a horn already" he said softly in my ear,
then released me, "Since I won, you can now open my present and taste
it. Be careful of these new birthday clothes. They're so nice."

     It made me smile because he liked them and I turned and started to
carefully strip him. The shirt had only 2 buttons, and when I took it off,
I carefully folded it and set it aside. It was very black but I was getting
used to doing things in the dark with him. I knelt down and undid the rope
that held his new shorts up and slid them down as he put a hand on my head
and let out a soft sigh.

     He lifted his feet so I could take then off too and set them aside,
then his new mismatched shoes which I added to the neat pile. I wrapped a
hand gently around each of his ankles and slowly started sliding them up
his legs, and I could feel his knees weaken as I passed over them. When I
moved my hands over onto the back of his upper legs and continued up, I
could feel the muscles tighten as he sighed deeper and put his other hand
on my head too and squeezed.

     When I reached his bare bum, it was spongy and quickly tightened as I
kneaded them like Faylinn does to her dough when she makes bread. I know he
had made a horn that would be vibrating like a mandolin string.

     Although it was pitch black, I looked up at his voice as he spoke, "Oh
Aelfry... that feels so good... I be liking me present so far. Yee can open
me last one and taste it"

     His fingers kept worming around in my hair as I walked my finger
around on his narrow naked hips till I found his cod and rolled the nuggets
in it in my fingers, "My Merky, your bullocks be really filling your
teabag," and I moved my fingers over to the base of the horn he had made,
"and what do we have here? Hmmm..."

     And as I started slowly stroking the horn, he piped up, "Quick, open
up your last present and polish me knob and see if yee like thar taste!"

     When I peeled back the wrapper and dragged my whole tongue up the
juicy present, he doubled over and squeezed my head, gasping,
"Ohhhh... yeessss..."

     I gave it a couple sucks, then talked up to him, "Maybe you can make
some pole milk now because it would be a great present for the both of us!"

     "Yee think so too? Let's try it together then!" he replied and got
real excited now as he quickly took the clothes off me, his first present,
then knelt and slid the wrapping off his second one, my aching rod, and had
his birthday taste.

     We were beside our bed that was on the floor, the blankets nicely made
like we did every morning, so he just rolled over on it, "My turn for
bottom on your horny!" and when I held my hand out to lower down, he
grabbed it. Jeez, it was almost like he could see in the dark. I think he
was very sensitive to the moving air.

     I moved over and straddled atop him on my hands and knees, facing the
opposite direction, a position we liked because we could suck on each
other's horn. I balanced on one hand and reached around with the other to
find and grasp his horn, still not able to know where it actually was in
the dark, whereas he had mine bent down already. The sweet scent coming off
his young body made my mind flash back to that first day when I found him
on the stoop and took him in to see the nuns...


     ...his grip on my hand was so hard, being afraid I might abandon him,
and the nun looked a little surprised when she saw him on my hand, "And
what do we have here now, Aelfraed?"

     Merek quickly moved his other hand over and grasped the wrist of my
hand I was holding his with and pulled himself in tight against me, some
fear on his tear stained face as I replied, "This is my new friend
Merek. He has nay a place to stay so I'd like him to stay here Sister
Millicent"

     She frowned, "Well Aelfraed, that be a kind gesture, but I fear we
have nay even a bed for him, we be full up, sorry"

     "That's okay, he can sleep with me, he be my friend"

     "But we have ne'er enough victuals for another lad"

     "I'll share mine, he be my friend"

     "Well, okay Aelfraed, yee be a fine friend, it be okay. But being he
can ne'er see, so be needing help."

     "Yes, I be glad to finally have a friend and will enjoy each other. He
ne'er a problem be for me" and felt him really squeeze my hand harder as he
sniffled.

     "Bless you, Aelfraed, but maybe yee start by giving him a good
cleaning, poor lad"

     When he squeezed my hand and said, "It be hard to find a clean puddle,
but yee can see so that be good to find one. I really like to be clean but
I couldn't always find someone to help" I decided to take him to the river,
but didn't tell him because I wanted it to be a surprise...


     ...Okay, sorry for the little asides, but I like to tell you when I
think of them, so I've already told you earlier how excited he was when we
got naked for his first bath in the river. After that I took him around the
neighborhoods and described it and what the sounds were all about.

     As we explored, he was always holding my hand or at least a part of
him was touching me. I felt bad when I was taking him through the woods
that no one had explained it all to him. So I had him touch the trees and
the leaves as I told him what they were, but of course not the beautiful
colors that the blind can't understand and realized we didn't appreciate as
much as we took them for granted. It was just wonderful to share his
excitement as he discoverd the world around him for the first time.

      When I had him touch the chestnut tree, he said, "Hmm it smells
different than that elm I felt." That got to me, he had an edge on me
already.

     He giggled, "I have to make the piss, is there anyone around?'

     I shook my head, then realized what I did, so I answered out loud,
"No. You need to go? I have to make one too."

     He continued giggling, "Good. Can you hold my roger while I hold yours
and we can go together. I never seen anyone else do it" I realized he was
using a word we use when he means touch or feel, and was happy he also was
`seeing' the things I liked too.

     We undid the strings on our shorts and let them drop to our
ankles. Gosh I loved the sight of his bigger roger and I moved beside him
so our naked hips were touching. I reached down with my left hand and
happily took hold of his, as he dropped his right arm over mine then looked
around for it with his fingers and giggled some more when he found it.

     As I pulled the cap back, he hesitated, then he did mine. He could
hear my splashing, so he let go and he was surprised when I waved his
around making an arc. Although he couldn't see it, he could hear the
splashing, so he joined in, following it with mine, joyously laughing all
the time. I was so sorry he couldn't see, but then a thought came to me,
and before our next swim, I know how he would be able to`see' it with his
body then.

     When we finished, I gave it a shake, and again he hesitated then shook
mine. We both kept holding the rogers and I could feel his stiffening like
mine, and that didn't get by him, "I love the feel of yourn, and I think
yee be makin' the horn like me"

     "Yes, yourn feels so good too" and in total silence, I moved over in
front of him, put my other hand on his shoulder, and he followed suit as we
pulled on each other's horns. It felt so good in my hand with just the
quiet rustle of the leaves and our deep breathing around us. We didn't know
about making milk yet, but these several moments were very memorable.

     When he asked, "Is anyone around?" I knew why he asked, so I replied
no, and puckered my lips as he kissed me. Then we pulled our shorts up and
carried on exploring the woods, hand in hand, a couple of happy and horned
new friends.

     Back at the foundling we went to the dining area and lined up. Of
course as a new boy, he was stared at and there were whispers when they
realized he was blind...


     ...in the dark of our home, I finally found his below me and wrapped
my fist around the thick shaft, a little jealous of it, but at least I
could enjoy it even though I didn't own it.  Before I could open his
present though, he had mine open and knowing how it made me feel, he licked
the damp tip, making me gasp and shiver, making him giggle a bit, "Oh
Merky, me present smells so nice and the taste be so sweet, I be taking the
whole thing now" and engulfed my wet head in his little mouth.  I went a
little weak on me knees so I quickly bent his up, squeezed the skin on it,
slid it down and detected the lovely strong scent of the damp dome as it
rolled out.

     He chuckled as his body tightened from my expected revenge that I did
on his horn dome and he jerked, then relaxed as we went about enjoying our
13th birthdays, having loving the fireworks and anticipating the ones that
were about to begin.

     I loved the taste of it as I milked that larger dome of his and felt
his hands squeezing my bare buttocks as he pulled his head up and down,
nursing on mine below.  It was perfectly still and silent save for the soft
sucking and satisfying murmuring sounds on our presents, quite similar to
those we hear in the morn from the nursing foals.

     Although I wasn't able to bob my head down to the bottom of his horn,
he was able to suck up to the bottom of mine, to the new curlies of hair
that were starting to sprout there, the ones that he loved to pull on and
proud when we found some starting on his...


     ...back to my first days, now. I remember how shocked I was the first
time that I saw another boy blowing the horn o' plenty, which I had heard
them say but never seen. It wasn't long after I'd moved into the foundling
place too. At night they would spread the straw filled mats about on the
floor of the meeting room, and it could be quite crowded, depending on the
turnover. So at times there would be two, and occasionally even three to a
mat.

     On my first night, and not having had any siblings that I knew about
and always slept naked, when they spread the mats and started to strip, I
followed. I noticed a few didn't strip but was surprised to see so many
bare noodles at one time. Some stuck up like mine did quite often now, so I
would feel better if mine did because sometimes it just did and I didn't
know why, so now I won't have to try to hide it.

     I wasn't sure where to go, looking around a little confused, absently
pulling on my noodle, when another older boy caught my eye. He smiled at me
and came over to me, his buttocks kinda bouncing as he smiled, his blue
eyes twinkling and his noodle swinging. It was quite big and long with some
curly blond hair above it, like some others had too.

     I'm usually quite shy, but with that warm smile I relaxed as he
waggled his fingers then put his hand out, palm up, "Hi, I'm Aldis. Thou's
new here I see. What be thy name?" I laid my palm on his and grinned,
"Aelfraed" and he slowly looked my naked body over and grinned back, "So
Nice. Aelfraed. Thou takest my bed mat?"

     I had felt kinda lost and lonely when I saw others pairing up, and
when I quickly nodded, he smiled, took my hand and led us to a mat at the
side. As we passed by or stepped over some other mats, and since I had
really never been around other naked boys before, I stared at the entangled
bodies of naked ones now. Pinching buttocks, waving stiff noodles, and
dangling bollocks all of different sizes.

     Beside the mat we finally stepped onto, was another older knave on his
mat, naked and on his back. His huge noodle, which was haired too, was
standing up with the help of two small hands around it. They were those of
a naked kneeling younger boy who was on one side, whilst the boy kneeling
on the other side cuddled his big bullocks in both his little hands too!
Their small noodles were hard like mine get.

     Aldis grinned when he saw me stare, "Ah yes, he be named Egbert which
means `bright sword' as you can see why. All the boys take turns on his big
bright sword, loving to make it spurt the whites of eggs"

     I didn't have a clue what he was talking about, but as I watched, it
made my noodle feel funny, like good funny. Aldis had let go of my hand,
sat down and patted the mat beside him, "Be kneeling down here so's you can
look over me and watch the milking." Then he leaned back on his hands with
his feet spread so I knelt on my knees and sat my bare bum back on mine
heels.

     I started to look over the big noodle that was flopped over on its
side to watch those boys playing with the other knave's, but stopped to
have a closer look at my new mat mate since I'd always slept alone. His
mass of long tangled golden locks matched those around his long noodle, and
he was kinda cute, well I mean in a maiden kind of way. Those twinkling
blue eyes, so warm, his pink cheeks dimpling when he smiled, his full lips
like pink petals as were his little titties. His whole body was quite fair,
not working in the fields, and quite thin too, his ribs a little apparent,
his long thin fingers seemed to twitter often when he spoke.

     And of course his noodle. Something I'd really become intrigued with
recently and I'd never been this close one to one so big before either. His
noodle, or guess I should say sword now, although not as bright, was a good
hand and a half long and about two fingers wide and kinda tipped to his
tummy. I loved those blond curlies and his bullocks could fill my hands
too. When he turned away from the others and back to me he caught me
staring and I was about to blush when he grinned and it kinda jumped a bit,
wakening
 up! Then it started to grow and get even bigger! And his bullocks kinda
tightened too.  Mine noodle had started to get stiff so I giggled and made
it bump a bit too. I likied to do it to and was something I had learned
recently.

     We watched each other's and my nervous noodle quickly stuck straight
up. And I was fascinated as his kept getting longer and growing as it
slowly creeped up his leg till it slid onto his tummy and popped half way
up in his blond bush, and it looked him in the eyes! When I giggled,
thinking it looked like serpent, up and ready to strike, he chuckled and
made it `strike' at him, "Oh Aelfraedy, you're such a sweetie, you do like
the horn you made me make of my rod"

      He looked down at me, `horn', now, that was sticking straight up
between my kneeling legs and I was quite surprised that I wasn't shy any
more. In fact was actually quite happy when he reached over, put his
fingertip on the bump of skin on the end, pulled it back a bit and let it
flip up. He chuckled, "Oh goodness Aelfrae boy, I see's you done made yourn
roger into the horn like mine. We may soon be wantin' to make the milk just
like Egbert's `pages', as he likes to calls those that be `waitin' on him'
are doin his horn. Then they be doin' the same to selves. You be seein' it
bein' spittin' real high too"

     I still didn't know what to expect, but I got even more excited when
he pinched his thumb and first finger on mine below the end bump, and
slowly slid down, rolling the end skin off my wet pink tip, then slid up
and down, rolling it off and on, and making me really tingle.  I had found
I liked doing that myself recently but was enjoying it so much more when he
did it.

     A few other boys had moved over and were standing around that mat
beside us, slowly pulling on their `horns' too. Two younger boys had sat
down beside the two boys who were working on the big sword and worked on
their little horns for them, as they did their own at the same time too! A
horn in each hand! I didn't know what to expect with all these rogers and
stroking stuff but it sure was getting me excited, and I know I sure liked
Aldis playing with mine even more now.

     Being a little hesitant at first, but intrigued by his horn and
wanting to feel and examine it, I wasn't sure how he would react. But now
since he was touching mine I got bold and reached over to his as he watched
the others, and touched it and it jumped, startling me. He turned to me and
made it jump about three more times as he chuckled.

     Forsooth, he hath been teasing me. He grinned, "Me thinks he be liking
you to touch him" and it jumped two times, "Arhh laddy, see, I be right, so
play with him some more."  I smiled, quite anxious now, and two fingered
his now. It was thick , warm and hard and since the other boy had wrapped
his fist around Egbert's big horn, I did to his, and Aldis nodded!

     Great! Boy it seemed so much harder and my little fingertips just
touched around it. I slid down like he did on mine, and his dome came out,
big, pink and shiny too. The edge of it was bigger around than the rest of
the horn. I liked him stroking mine, and when I started on his, he
nodded. I think he was my friend now. I'd never really had one before and
never really touched anybody either. I was so happy in my new foundling
home and fondling a friend.

     Suddenly there was some groaning and gasping so I looked over and it
was Egbert, making the noise as he bounced on his bum! It looked like he
was hurting from his horn, but the young page still had two fists around it
and didn't stop workin up and down on it.  In fact, he seemed to squeeze
not only harder as he gritted his teeth, pumping even faster! Egbert
suddenly jerked halfway up, gasped real loud, then slammed back down and
bent his hips up and shuddered as his horn spit a long skinny stream of
clear and whitish stuff out! And lordy was he ever making a lot of noise as
he bounced some more.  Maybe making the milk now like Aldis said?

     And then a couple older boys who had been standing over them, watching
and playing their own horns suddenly bent their knees, shuddered and
noisily made milk too. The two boys that had been pumping the pages at the
same time, took away their hands and the page that had been pumping
Egbert's horn, took his hand off, all covered with milk, and used one to
start pumping his own. The bullocks boy swiped some milk off too and pumped
on his own too? After a few pumps, they too started gasping and flopping
around, but no milk. I was confused when two other young'uns that had been
just standing and stroking, bounced on their feet and howled too when they
shuddered and jerked with no sign o' milk again. Whew! What's goin on?

     I looked at Aldis who smiled when he saw the confusion on my
face. "Yee nay have seen thee egg whites made before. Well if yee like yee
can help make me own now, then I be workin' your horn so you'll know. How
old yee be?" A little sheepishly I replied, "I be eleven of years, but
almost of twelve" and his brow rose, "Of eleven be yee eh? Well, that horn
yourn roger does gets to be, makes me think yee be older. So yee may not be
able to make the whites but it'll feel like it and it'll be so good yee be
wanting to join in every night when we play the horns and try or make the
whites!" and chuckled, "So how be yee give me a hand first so yee be havin'
a `fisthand' view?"

     It was so much so fast, and being so curious with my horn all excited
and kinda weirdly aching, I nodded and looked down at his horn in my hand
that I was still holding upright, or should I say was upright and I was
holding it. I suddenly realized his hard horn had been pulsing away in my
grip, as well as his bullocks that had been tightening. And, loving the
feel in my hand, start pumping even faster on the iron horn like the other
page had done, hoping to make milk for my first time...


     Dickydoo2@gmx.com

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