Rumors of war in faraway lands came to Delnar, and the king called up a levy of young men from around the land. Shad Creek was a tiny village, and only needed send one lad. Lots were drawn, and Avmeir was selected. His mother wept and his father looked both proud and worried, but Avmeir was eager to see the world outside of Shad Creek. The next day, he took his pack, belt knife and a stout walking stick, and set off to the mustering place, two days hike away.
A short distance out of the village, he heard, "Fare you well, Avmeir!" He turned toward the sound. It was Nell, out gathering berries. Nell was a buxom, applecheeked, straw-haired lass. Avmeir wa ssweet on her. They'd kissed some, and once after harvest dance she let him feel her bubbies. Avmeir walked toward her. "Give me a farewell, kiss, Nell?" She brought her lips to his. He caught her arms and pulled her to him. He opened to his mouth to ask for another kiss and her tongue plunged into his mouth. He reached for her bubbies, and softly squeezed one. Together, they fumbled with her lacings until her bosom was bare. He brought his head down, kissing each teat, taking the nipple in his mouth, rolling it between tongue and lip, sucking hungrily. She hissed, tangling her fingers in his hair. "Lie down, Avmeir," she whispered. He lay down. She tugged down his trousers and began stroking his member. She took it in her mouth. He writhed and moaned as she sucked him. She sat up, and lifted her skirts, giving a glimpse of the thick hair below her belly. She straddled him and sank down. The head of his cock eased past the curls and into her wetness. She threw her head back and rode him. "Nell, I'm going to..." "No!" she commanded, "No baby for me." She rolled off him, and sucked him again. He felt his balls tighten, and he shot his seed into her mouth. She sat up and wiped a telltale glob from her lips. "Fare you well, brave warrior." She picked up her pail and left.
Two days later, he arrived at the mustering place. Training started immediately, and for the next few weeks he he drilled in marching, spear, shortsword, fist and foot fighting, and tactics. Three weeks and he was sent to his assignment. He shared a tent with three others. No one called him by his name; they just called him New. "Hey New, that isn't how you bank a fire!" Avneir missed Shad Creek, and yearned for Nell. One night, while he was on watch, the memories of Nell and her attentions were too much for him. He reached into his trousers and seized his cock. As he stroked, he thought how good her mouth had felt, and how warm and wet her cunt had been. "Playing with your staff, New?" It was his tentmate, Pavzen, come to relieve him on watch. Avmeir pulled his hand out of his trousers. "Too late, New, I know what you were doing," Pavzan said, "Most of us left sweethearts at home. We find ways to deal with it." He slowly pushed Avmeir backwards until his back was against a tree. Pavzen knelt, and took out Avmeir's cock, putting it in his mouth. Avmeir sighed. Pavzen was sucking him just like Nell had. No, better than Nell had. Pavzen's fingers toyed with his balls while his mouth enveloped his aching member. Avmeir thrust his hips, slowly, then harder. With a grunt, he spent in Pavzen's mouth. Pavzen swallowed, then rose. "Your watch is done for tonight. Go get some sleep."
Avmeir was often hard the next day, thinking about the previous night. He had watch again that night, and Pavzen was again his relief. He waited eagerly. Pavzen ghosted up silently. "I'm here." Avmeir took out his cock. "No," Pavzen said, "tonight, it's your turn." He put his hands on Avmeir's shoulders and gently pushed him to his knees. Pavzen sat down and opened his trousers. He guided Avmeir's head to his cock. Avmeir nervously began to suck. Pavzen sighed, putting his hand on Avmeir's head. "Yes....mmmm...now kiss my balls. Ahhhh. Lick them. Put them in your mouth, that's it. Now back to my cock. Suck my pole, sweetling, suck it! Yes!" His hips bucked and Avmeir's mouth was filled with his tentmate's seed. "Sleep well," Pavzen said, dismissing him. Avmeir returned to the tent. As he crawled in, it looked as though his other tentmates, Jerse and Crello, had moved their bedrolls together. He crawled into his own. As he drifted off to sleep, he thought he could hear the sound of kisses coming from the other side of the tent.
A week later, Avmeir's company received marching orders. They were vague, just that foreign armies were massing on the border. Rumors were that war was coming with the Ilmerians, and that mercenaries had been spotted amongst the Ilmerian units. That night in the tent, Jerse produced a forbidden jug of wine that he'd managed to keep hidden from the officers. "Now seems like as good a time as any to open this," he said. He wiggled the cork out, took a long pull and passed the jug off. The four handed the jug around, drinking heartily. They laughed and talked, and bragged of the brave deeds they would soon do. Then Jerse grabbed Crello by the shoulder and pulled him into a kiss. Avmeir stared as the two kissed heatedly, tongues wriggling together. Then Pavzen was holding him, and they locked lips. Clothes began peeling off, until they all were naked. Crello sucked Jerse, and Pavzen guided his member into Avmeir's mouth. Avmeir sucked until Pavzen pulled away. He felt a twinge of jealousy, when Pavzen crawled over to Crello, who licked the head of Pavzen's rod, before taking it down his throat. Jerse had Crello's pole in his hand, raidly tugging it. Jerse motioned Avmeir over, and waved his cock. Avmeir took the hint and opened his mouth. Jerse pumped his mouth for a few minutes, then pulled away. He took out a small jar of grease and dipped his fingers in it. Crello stopped sucking Pavzen and got up on hands and knees. Jerse poked a greasy finger in Crello's arse. He worked his finger in and out, while his other hand smeared grease on his erect member. Jerse got behind Crello and forced his prick into Crello's arse. Crello let out a low moan as Jerse buggered him. Pavzen whispered to Avmeir, "Get on all fours, too, sweetling." Avmeir complied. He felt Pavzen pull his arse cheeks apart, and then the wetness of Pavzen's tongue, teasing his bunghole. He sighed, feeling the ring muscle relax. Pavzen greased a finger and stuck it inside him. Then a second finger entered him. He was disappointed when the fingers where pulled up, but Pavzen rose and mounted him, pushing a greased cock into his rear opening. Pavzan took Avmeir's head and turned it, kissing him excitedly. "You're so tight, sweetling. It feels so good!" He thrust harder. Avmeir whined as Pavzen took him. He felt owned by his lover. He watched Crello be taken by Jerse. Crello was close enough that he could kiss him. He moved his head over and touched his lips to Crello's. Crello responded with an eager kiss. Their tongues met. They moaned into each other's mouths as their arses were fucked. Avmeir felt Pavzen reach underneath and pinch his nipple, while stretching out his bunghole. He heard Jerse groan as he came inside Crello. He felt Pavzen's body jerk on top of him as Pavzen husked, "I'm cumming, sweetling!" He felt his rectum fill with his lover's seed. He felt Pavzen pull out. Pavzen and Jerse lay on their backs, gasping for breath. Crello crawled over to him and sucked his rod. Avmeir pulled Crello's hips toward him, and returned the pleasure. They sucked each other until both spent. Pavzen held Avmeir close. "Time to sleep, sweetling."
They marched the next day, and the day after. The morning of the third day found them in ranks, looking across a stretch of field at the Ilmerians. The Ilmerians had nearly twice their number, and were better equipped. Also, they had two companies of orcish mercenaries waiting on one flank. The archers exchanged volleys. Then the Ilmerian cavalry moved forward. Avmeir and his comrades braced their spears to receive the cavalry charge. The enemy horsemen washed over them. Avmeir's spear broke, and he was knocked to the ground. Stunned, he heard the cries, "Flee! We are lost! Flee!" He saw the orcs quick marching his direction, and looking around, saw that few of his companions remained. Those who hadn't fallen in the cavalry charge had nearly all taken to their feet. He ran. Jumping in a ditch, he crawled, hidden in the mud and weeds. He could hear Ilmerian patrols going back and forth, searching for any Delnaran soldiers, but he was not spotted.
Only after nightfall did he feel safe to leave the ditch. He came upon a peasant's cottage, and drew some water from the well. "I'm sure they would pay a small bounty for you," he heard. Avmeir turned, to see a woman standing there holding a pitchfork just a handsbreadth from his belly. "Ilmerians have already been by here, looking for lads like you. They took a few of my chickens while they were at it." She motioned with her head, "Go inside. You can stay the night, but you'll need to be on your way before sunrise. Come on. When was the last time you ate?" He followed her in. She set out bread and cheese, and talked while he ate. Her man had died last spring of fever, but she was able to get by so far. She wasn't sure now, with the foreigners invading. Avmeir ate, then curled up by the fire to sleep. The woman went to the crude bed in the corner of the single room, and lay down. Avmeir dozed, but woke when he heard movement. The woman was standing near where he lay. "You...it's been so long...if you want...you're welcome to share the bed..." Avmeir looked at her. He guessed she was at least a dozen years older than he, tired and worn, but still comely. He rose to his feet, scooped her up, and carried her to the bed. They undressed, and he lay beside her. They kissed and felt each other. She tugged his hard member, while he dug his fingers in her shaggy twat. He sucked her pointed nipples, working his fingers in and out of her. "Put it in me!" she begged. She pread her legs, and he rolled on top of her, in between them. She guided him into her wetness. They coupled furiously. She screamed in ecstasy, and he shot his seed into her. They lay there, clinging to one another. She began to weep, and he joined her. Drained, they slept.
She woke him early. It was still dark. "You'd best go," she said. She handed him a cloth bundle of food. "There's a creek yonder. Cross it and go up into the hills. A couple of days and you can be out of Delnar. Fare you well. Now go!" Avmeir strode off, toward the hills, the border, and new adventures.