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A HOBBIT'S HORNY JOURNEY by Buddy Harden
PART 1: Frodo's Third Leg
Frodo Baggins was doing the two things he liked the most: reading about history and playing with his penis. It wasn't his intention to do both at the same time this particular afternoon, but whenever he read about Numenor and the Dunedain, his penis would always become erect. Reading about their extraordinary history and heroic deeds, not to mention drooling over the sketches of the brothers Anarion and Isildur that he'd always turn to, made his scrotum start to tingle. By the time his eyes traced from their tousled dark hair and deep piercing eyes down their bodies past their sculpted chests to their bloated crotches, his erection was so hard that it almost hurt. He reached down and started rubbing his thick penis through his trousers, and soon he could feel the pre-ejaculate start to leak out of the tip of his penis head. A perfect Shire breeze blew across his face as he leaned against his favorite tree, and he ached to pull his penis out to feel the warm Hobbiton air brush past his pre-ejaculate coated penis head. He decided that the pleasure he knew he would experience masturbating his penis was worth the risk of being caught and moved to hook his thumbs into his waistband to pull down his trousers when he suddenly heard the sound of a horse and buckboard wagon traveling down the road not far from where he sat. He quickly placed the book over his crotch to save himself from any embarrassment, but once he saw who was driving, a huge smile crossed his face.
"Gandalf!" Frodo yelled running down the slope to jump into the carriage and into Gandalf's arms.
"Why my dear Frodo, you're looking very well. How old are you now my boy?"
"18 sir."
"A sapling you are."
"Why are you here Gandalf?"
"For your Uncle Bilbo's birthday party of course."
"He'll be so glad to see you. Everyone will."
"Everyone?"
"Well, you might be right there."
Gandalf didn't need to let out a laugh; ll he had to do was smile to tell his young companion that he knew that the inhabitants of Hobbiton alternately viewed him as meddlesome, a nuisance, a magic maker, and dangerous. But what everyone could agree upon was that he was the greatest maker of fireworks in all of Middle Earth, so they tolerated his very infrequent but always eventful visits.
Frodo and Gandalf chugged along the bumpy road exchanging pleasantries, but Frodo grew more and more distracted as the movement of the wagon brought back the young Hobbit's erection and widened the pre-ejaculate stain on his trousers. He placed the book back in his lap to hide his crotch, but that only gave his penis something to rub against, and his penis now felt as erect and as powerful as the strongest of mallorn trees on the shores of the Bay of Eldanna in Numenor. The friction felt so good that he closed his eyes from the extreme pleasure he was feeling, a pleasure so strong he feared it might teeter him toward ejaculation, a pleasure that made the moan that passed his lips inevitable.
"What's wrong my boy?" asked Gandalf.
Frodo couldn't reveal the truth, not to this man, this man who he loved as much as he admired.
"It's nothing Gandalf, nothing."
Gandalf gave the boy a side look, and when Frodo inevitably moaned again, the Wizard smiled.
"Frodo, it doesn't take a Wizard to see what's going on here."
Gandalf reached over and pulled the book from Frodo's lap revealing the thick, the very thick, tube of Frodo's penis laying across the boy's thigh with a big, wet, pre- ejaculate stain located where the teenager's large penis head twitched against the fabric of the Hobbit's trousers. This caused Gandalf's long lips, that tended to transect the lower regions of his face with a straight gray line, to transform into the legendary, mischievous, smile that most folk misinterpreted as an old man's bemusement with only Gandalf himself, and some very close intimates, understanding the truth of its more salacious roots. Gandalf chuckled as he looked down upon his young friend.
"My dear Frodo, you can know everything there is to know about Hobbits, then be away for what might be a day, a month, a year, or half an age, only to return to be reminded that Hobbit cock is as big, plump, and solid as the legs they swing between."
Frodo blushed.
"Now, now, there's nothing to be ashamed of boy. It happens to us all, especially when traveling along these bumpy roads."
Gandalf glanced down at his own crotch. Frodo looked over to where the Wizard's eyes landed, and the Hobbit's own eyes grew as wide as his face. The erection underneath Gandalf's robes tented them so high that the gray triangle looked like the sketches of The Lonely Mountain in his Uncle Bilbo's memoir. He couldn't stop staring and he started sweating even though the refreshing breeze had grown stronger as they moved along the road.
"We can't arrive at Bag End in our condition Frodo. The Sacksville-Baggins, who I assume are lurking about, will banish us both."
Gandalf pulled off the road and into a grove of trees, then jumped off the wagon, and hung his hat on a branch. He then reached down to pull his robes up over his head and tossed them to the grass. Seeing this man, that he so admired, naked, caused blood to surge through Frodo's body, turning him bright red and parching his mouth bone dry. It was a sight that the young Hobbit was trying to grasp. You see, the Wizard's penis was easily 30 centimeters long. It was not as thick as his own, but the juts along the shaft resembled the ever present staff that Gandalf forever leaned on when walking. The thing that surprised Frodo the most was that his own teenage erections tended to spring up when looking at images of the sculpted men of Numenor or when men of Dale would come to visit his Uncle Bilbo. They were all young, virile, men. Gandalf was old, very old, beyond any age that anyone could dare guess at and certainly beyond any number one would utter out loud to the Wizard himself in seeking confirmation. But the old Wizard's body was incredibly well made and toned, chiseled even. Gandalf's long flowing gray hair was a signature and the patch of hair of the same color that sprouted above his penis was, dare Frodo say it, sexy. Frodo's penis twitched staring at the gray hair and at Gandalf's wrinkles especially the ones that traversed his testicles, blue lines that popped out against and crisscrossed the skin of the low hanging fruit that seemed to descend halfway to the Wizard's knees. Most of the sets Frodo had seen were between the legs of his fellow Hobbits, which were unusually large and round but hung tight up toward the penis shaft itself. He had always been fond of Gandalf with feelings toward the Wizard which he always viewed as very special but which now the young Hobbit started to reexamine as something beyond just admiration and toward the same kind of feelings and fantasies that he had for the much younger King Bain of Dale.
"Come on my dear boy, we don't have a lot of time."
Frodo couldn't move.
"There's no need to be shy Frodo. Your uncle and I used to take care of such things on our travels all the time. We'll talk about Dwarves another time. You might be too young yet to learn about all they like to get up to."
"But. What will we do Gandalf?"
"We'll just masturbate dear boy. You're like a son to me--well, grandson I suppose. But this kind of bonding activity is healthy and good for us all."
Frodo smiled and took off his tunic, and then, after he pulled down his trousers and stood up again, he saw Gandalf staring at his erection, and there were tears in his eyes.
"Oh Frodo. Your penis is so beautiful. It's as thick as the horn of the Kine of Araw, so thick in fact that I think we need to stop calling it a penis all together. We should name it for what it is--a big, fat, cock."
That made Frodo smile and a rush of energy shot through his body, making him so proud, as well as making his cock twitch.
"Do you like that boy?"
"Yes sir. It makes me feel older. And a little naughty."
Gandalf smiled.
"May I touch it boy?"
"Yes, I think I'd like that Gandalf."
Gandalf stepped toward Frodo with his Wizard cock breaking the distance between himself and the young Hobbit even before his hand was able to touch the boy. Once he reached his hand out, Gandalf tousled Frodo's hair, traced his right eyebrow with his thumb, then stroked his cheek, and brushed the boy's nipple, which made Frodo let out a quick burst of air. Gandalf traced down the Hobbit's stomach, paused teasingly above his cock, then bypassed his shaft, and cupped his huge melon sized balls.
"Frodo, these are huge, much bigger than your Uncle Bilbo's. There must be a lot of semen stored up inside."
He then wrapped his large craggy fingers around the shaft of Frodo's cock. Frodo moaned. Seeing the old, wrinkled, bent, fingers grasping his smooth, fat, young cock, got Frodo even excited. He had been inching toward ejaculation since he woke up that morning casually playing with his cock while he lay in bed, only stopping himself from release because his uncle had called him to breakfast and chores. Then, his long, earnest, fantasy laden, reading of the history of Numenor, with his cock pulsing and brushing against the mix of the wool and linen of his trousers, followed by the bumpy wagon ride with the now sexy Wizard had the Hobbit on the verge of exploding. And now seeing those ancient hands moving up and down his cock, was more than the young Hobbit could take."
"O, Gandalf, I don't know how long I can last. I've been erect on and off since sunrise."
"What have you been thinking about Frodo? It wasn't just the bumpy wagon ride that got your cock hard. I could feel it when you jumped against me."
A hot, wave, washed through Frodo's body.
"Who were you fantasizing about boy?"
"Isildur sir."
"And what were you imagining?"
Frodo blushed again.
"I told you Frodo, there's no need to be shy, I'm your Gandalf. You can tell me anything."
Frodo opened his eyes and looked up deep into the Wizard's eyes, and he started to tear up. In the ancient eyes, he could see a father, a protector, a mentor, and maybe even a lover, and all he wanted to do was to kiss those gray, chapped, wrinkled, lips.
"Tell me Frodo, if he were here, alive again, standing in front of us, what would you want from him."
"I'd just want him to take his clothes off sir so I could see his cock, and I'd want him to see mine."
"Would you want him to do anything to you boy?"
"I'd want him to do what you're doing to me right now sir.
"You'd want him to masturbate you?"
"Yes sir, I'd want him to stroke my cock, and--and I think I'd want you to be here too, watching."
"I'd enjoy that Frodo."
Frodo got even more emotional, and tears fell out of his eyes and down his cheeks.
"You like me stroking your cock, don't you Frodo?"
"I do sir."
"It's so thick Frodo. It's stretching my fingers so wide as I grasp it that they're starting to hurt. I'm so proud you have such a big cock boy."
"Thank you, sir."
"Should I stroke it faster."
"Yes, please sir."
"I'm doing it Frodo. I'm stroking your huge cock. I want to make you cum. I want to make you shoot huge streams of ejaculate out of your big fat Hobbit cock."
"I want to sir."
"Do it for your Gandalf Frodo. I want to see you shoot. I want to see your young cum. Shoot your load boy."
"I'm gonna cum Gandalf, I'm gonna cum!"
"Do it. Do it for me boy"
Frodo felt like he was going to pass out, and he let out a series of yells as the semen shot out of his cock with such velocity that it hit Gandalf's stomach and cock and balls and bounced off. For Gandalf the sensation of the hot cum shooting from Frodo's cock hitting his own long, thick, cock over and over again felt so extraordinary that it caused Gandalf himself to ejaculate, shooting long streams of cum into the air without even touching himself.
It took more than a few moments for both Frodo and Gandalf to recover. When his mind cleared, Gandalf opened his eyes and saw the long, strings of his own ejaculate on the grass between himself and the boy as well as on Frodo's shoulders. His own cock and stomach were drenched with the Hobbit's cum. Gandalf slowly reached his hands toward Frodo's shoulders and gently placed them into the cum coated there. He felt its warmth and then spread the cum up and down the boy's arms and all over the boy's chest and stomach. Frodo felt energy pass through his body that he didn't recognize. It was warm and golden, and it seemed to radiate outward and inward at the same time.
Then Gandalf took what was left of his own cum that was on his hands and mixed it with the young Hobbits cum that was all over his own cock and stomach. Energy shot through the Wizard that he hadn't felt since he was much younger. He recognized this feeling; he understood it was sacred. He slowly spread the mixture all over his body, anointing himself. Ancient Maiar chants, long buried in his body, vibrated, passed through him, and exited his lips, a visceral, guttural, music that he had never heard ride any air other than the air of Valinor. He was in a state beyond pleasure; it was an ecstatic state, once common, but now sadly lost to most of the peoples of Middle Earth. He forced his eyes open and looked deep into Frodo's eyes. The Hobbit looked amazed and in his own state of ecstasy. Gandalf slowly lifted his hands to his own lips and slowly, very slowly, licked his old palms and fingers, drenched in the mixture of his and the Hobbit's cum, clean, never looking away from Frodo except for when his eyes might close for a moment when he was overtaken by pleasure and moans poured from his lips. Moans started to leave Frodo's mouth too though Gandalf knew they were born somewhere much deeper, somewhere deeper than the Hobbit's throat, heart, stomach or cock. It started in the rich Shire earth, back to a time when the folk before Hobbits came to this land and mated with the wild folk, nightly performing ecstatic rituals, never making decisions about what they were doing, just following their basic instincts as they fucked in the mud, grunted into each other's mouths, and shot their semen into the earth, which seemed to enrich the land abundantly, making it some of the most treasured soil in all of Middle Earth, allowing this new race of folk, soon to be named Hobbits, to feed themselves and their children forevermore. When his hands were licked clean except for the tip of his index finger, Gandalf traced Frodo's lips with that finger, and then slipped it in the boy's mouth. Frodo sucked on it and sucked on it, taking the long, bony, finger down his throat, shoving it against his tonsils, gagging himself over and over until the reflex was gone. Then he slowly pulled his mouth away with his lips gripping the cragged finger until it slipped from his mouth. Gandalf went to his knees and gently kissed the young Hobbit on his lips. They both smiled.
"Looks like we'll be late after all," laughed the Wizard.
They both got dressed, their cocks again fully erect, and climbed into the buckboard. As they left the grove, the sun was almost set.
"Well Frodo, we'll have better luck getting flaccid if we fly free, and the night will be our camouflage when needed."
Gandalf pulled up his robes and sat on them letting his long, wrinkled, bent, cock out into the air, then looked at Frodo. Frodo stood up in the wagon, pulled his trousers down, sat back down, allowing his perfectly smooth, shockingly thick, cock and his balls so big they looked like one grapefruit, to relax in the gentle air. The two friends sang old songs, traveling along the road, naked from the waist down, and somehow managed to be flaccid and well attired by the time they arrived at Bag End with Bilbo's birthday party in full swing.
Most invitees could rightfully predict that the party would be as boring and as fraught as one might expect when warring family factions are on hand. But most of them, except perhaps for the two who carried a scent on them that most either didn't recognize or had convinced themselves they couldn't possibly be smelling what they thought they were smelling, would enjoy or hate the party, depending on their tastes or what branch of the family they hung on, never knowing that just a few steps and a jump away from the party's main activities the goings on would be so sexy, dirty, and nasty, that the Shire fowl and fauna would spend the night needing to avert their gaze.
(to be continued)
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