Bayard 1 of 2
by Bearkattz @aol.com ______________________________________________________ Comments, as always, welcome to Bearkattz@aol.com
WARNINGS: This story depicts loving, consensual sex between two adult males of legal age. If you are offended by such or if reading such material is illegal under the local laws, or if you are under the age of 18 or under the age of consent in your area, please stop reading now. ______________________________________________________
The huge war horse plodded steadily along the worn dirt road, it's breath snuffling out in white puffs of warm moist air. Connor held the slender bundle in his arms tightly in front of him as it gave a slight shiver in the almost freezing temperatures of the coming night. He pulled the wool blanket higher over the thin shoulders of the sleeping figure and kept his eyes peeled for a suitable resting spot for the night. Bayard was exhausted after their latest trials - nursing a village and Connor through a decimating illness which struck the small town. Almost half the townsfolk died a horrifying death and while Connor wasn't nearly as ill as the others, he was out of his head with fever for several days. He hugged Bayard close and stroked the shiny black hair that cascaded halfway down the slim back. He vaguely remembered Bayard hovering anxiously over him as the fever rose. Every time he came close to lucidity, day or night, Bayard was there wiping his naked body with cool cloths, trying to feed him broth or get him to drink watered down wine. But afterwards, the grateful townspeople told Connor that Bayard was relentless in helping all the sick people and barely slept or ate for days on end, driving himself to exhaustion, silent tears falling as young children succumbed to the horrible illness. At their departure, the presented the two men wiith l gifts of food and handmade blankets - the best their poor village had to offer. Connor felt that they should stay a few more days before heading out in order for Bayard to rest but could tell that his sensitive mate was anxious to leave the sad village behind. They left early afternoon and Bayard fell asleep almost immediately, safe in his lover's strong arms.
The two men garnered appreciative looks wherever they traveled but they could not have been more diverse in their appearance. Connor, a large man, had short wavy blonde hair, bulging muscles that were brown from almost constant sun exposure and dark brown eyes while Bayard was small, slender with black straight hair that fell almost to his thin waist. His blue eyes were startling in their intensity in his pale face that never tanned no matter how much time he spent under the fierce sun. His delicate beauty made one catch their breath and wonder if it was a women or a man under the baggy clothes.
Connor rubbed his beard roughened cheek against the top of the soft black hair and for the first time in almost two weeks, felt a feeling of arousal for the man in his arms. He squeezed his legs to encourage his mount to quicken his pace in search of an adequate rest stop for the night. He slid a hand beneath Bayard's tunic to stroke the tits which were warm and eager for his touch. Hell, he thought, as he looked around for a decent place - if I don't find one soon, I'll take him on the horse. It wouldn't be the first time, he thought with a lustful grin. As his mate stirred but didn't waken under the caress of the roughened fingers, they headed downward and were now fondling the soft genitals, Connor felt a moments guilt for taking advantege of the weary young man. He allowed the horse to slow to his normal pace and was rewarded for his sensitivity by spotting an ideal place to halt for the night. In fact, as Connor looked around, he wouldn't mind spending a few days here to allow them both to catch up on needed strength and stamina.
He threw a well muscled leg over the horse's head, and strengthened his hold on Bayard and slid easily down to the moss softened ground. He found a spot under a heavily laden tree limb whose full green branches provided a thick overhang and placed his precious burden gently down. He gathered the blanket around the thin shoulders before starting to set up camp. To his delight, he found a gently babbling brook not far off and gathered dry, fallen limbs for a fire. With his arms full, he headed back to Bayard who was beginning to stir.
"Here I am," Connor called out unnecessarily. He threw his load to the ground and brushed himself off as he headed toward him. He knelt beside Bayard and ran a hand threw the silken hair while leaning forward to steal a kiss from the still groggy man.
"You're cold, Bay. I'll start a fire right away." Connor gave the cold arms a quick rub and pulled the blanket over the shoulders before heading back to the pile of wood. Bayard just nodded and watched as Connor soon had a small but comfortable fire blazing, the smoke wafting up and dissipating through the thick overhanging branches. He started to pull out the generous provisions the townspeople had provided in their gratitude and motioned for Bayard to join him. With an easy grace, the smaller man rose and huddled close to the fire for warmth and Connor soon had a small feast set out for them both. Connor bit into a juicy venison haunch and handed it to his mate, wiping the juice from his chin with a grin. But the grin quickly faded as Bay just shook his head.
"Bay, you got to eat now, y'hear me?" Connor scowled. "You were too skinny to begin with and you've worn yourself out takin' care of me and half the town. You're nothing but flesh and bones now." He kicked himself at the look of hurt that crossed his lover's face but getting Bayard to eat was always a struggle even when he was healthy and not worn down. "Now eat."
Bayard gave a deep sigh of resignation and took the proffered meat and took a delicate bite. He shivered as his arm was bared to the cold that the night brought with it. "You eat all of that and I'll get you warm...." Connor waggled his eyebrows in a leer and was delighted to see a small smile cross the features that had been serious for far too long. Connor laughed and pulled the slender figure into his lap. Bayard snuggled contentedly into the welcome warmth and ate another bite of the juicy meat at Connor's urging. They sat together until the fire began to dwindle when Connor felt Bayard tremble. And at first, thought he must be getting cold when he realized it wasn't the cold that was the source fo the tremors, it was the tears that were silently streaming down the pale face. He turned him so Bayard was sitting sideways in his lap and with one, large blunt figure lifted the chin that fought to hide the tears from him.
"Bay, little one, what's wrong?" Connor queried anxiously. Bayard just shook his thin shoulders. Connor bent his head to peer into the most beautiful azure eyes, red rimmed though they were, he'd ever seen. "I'm here. Shhhh. We're fine, love," he murmured as he recognized the fear that lurked in those orbs. "You thought you were going to lose me, eh?" he whispered.
Bayard nodded and the tears began to flow once again. "Ach, now, Bay. It's all right. You saved my life. You did. I'm here now. You're just tired and wore yourself out. We'll stay here for a couple of days, all right? There's a nice little stream right around that bend and we've got enough food for several days. We can just rest and get our strength back." He felt rather than saw Bayard nod in the coming dusk and instinct found the soft lips he sought. They opened before his onslaught and for the first time in weeks, Connor tasted his lover and groaned. Bayard responded with equal fervor and their breathing quickened. No words were necessary, but Connor wanted to make sure Bayard was up to being taken. It had been so long... "I want you, Bay. I...I need you. Can I mount you, love?"
But Bayard had already stood and with fumbling fingers began to unfasten the thong that held his pants on his thin hips. That was all the encouragement Connor needed and he was on the younger man with a ferocity that startled them both in its intensity. Connor ripped the thong off and the pants slid to the ground and the pale ass glowed in the darkness. He patted the soft flesh with a gentle caress. With a groan and with a quick pull at his pants, Connor had his stiffening prick in hand and poised at the winking pucker that awaited him when he realized that Bayard had gone several weeks of abstinence and would need some kind of oil to ease him. In the past, it had almost always been unnecessary since their couplings were frequent - several times a day - and Bayard was always prepared with oil or even Connor's semen from the past fucking. He squinted around for a close answer to their dilemma, unwilling to part his hand from the mound of flesh it was fondling and stroking. He spied the remains of their meal and grabbed the leftover meat with its juicy drippings and grinned. Bayard gave a strange small sound - the only sound Connor had ever heard him utter - of impatience and glanced behind him, his hands on his white hairless thighs. Connor stuck a greasy finger in to the entrance of Bayard's body and quickly pumped in and out a few times before deeming it was sufficient. Bay was no virgin and if his bobbing body was any indication, was just as anxious to be mounted by his lover as Connor was to fuck him. Connor threw the meat to the ground and with a quick push, slid himself into Bayard with one easy motion and his hairy balls rested for just a brief moment against the white flesh before he pulled out and thrust in again. Bayard gave a grunt of pleasure as he was filled with the massive prick again and again. Connor, murmuring coarse language, petted the smooth flanks before reaching down to pull Bayard to his chest. Because the younger man was so much smaller than him, Bayard was literally speared onto Connor's prick and his feet dangled off the ground on the upstroke. The large man began to thrust in earnest now, all talk had ceased, the muscles in his ass clenching with the ferocity of his jabs into the pliant, tight channel. He easily held his lover in his arms while his hips bucked into him faster and faster. With an animal like growl, he pulled out of Bayard who gave a whimper at the loss, and eased them both down to the ground. He placed Bayard onto his back and easily slipped into the slippery hole once again and began to pound into him. He could feel his balls tightening and reached down to grasp Bayard's limp prick. But Bayard shook his head and slapped the hand away. Instead he grabbed onto the massive arms and used the leverage to pull Connor to him with every stroke while clenching his ass muscles. With a loud yell, Connor lunged once more into Bayard while his prick spurted its seed copiously into his lover. He groaned and spasmed again and again until he slumped onto the smaller man. Bayard threw his legs around Connors waist and pulled him tighter to him and began to rub and push his stiffening prick against the hard body that lay on top of him. Connor lay replete and waited till Bayard took his satisfaction. With a wordless cry, Bayard stiffened and Connor felt the warm fluid splash between the sweating bodies. Connor made as if to roll off him but again, Bayard resisted and tightened his hold on his lover. Connor felt his prick softening and pulling out anyway but seeing something akin to desperation in the blue eyes made him hesitate. He put his arms around the white shoulders and pulled Bayard to him while rising up on his knees. Bayard's hold with his knees around his waist prevented his cock from slipping out but he could feel his seed seeping out of Bayard's body. He sat them both back down with the smaller man cradled gently in his lap with his prick still sheathed within. Bayard sighed and his eyes closed in contentment.
They both must have dozed for the night was full and the fire mere embers when they both stirred wakened by the chill air on their now cool bodies. Connor grimaced as he eased the still groggy Bayard off him and his wrinkled prick slipped free along with the remnants of their lovemaking. He slipped a blanket over his young lover and quickly built the fire back up before rummaging around in their knapsack for a couple of old cloths. He wiped himself down and padded naked back to the waiting man. Bayard held out his arms as if asking for a cuddle and Connor hurried to join him under the blanket. He lay down next to him but whispered, "Wait." He lifted Bayard's leg and gently cleansed the seeping liquid from the still gaping hole. He kissed Bayard and flung the cloth away before pulling the yielding man to lie on top of him, the black haired head resting comfortable on the enormous, quietly thumping chest and they slept.
The sun was well up before the two men stirred - testimony to the exhaustion both men still suffered. Connor opened brown eyes and immediately squinted at the bright sunlight. He peered down to see Bayard slowly awakening and, never a morning person, give a breath of disgust and pulled the blanket over his head. Connor grinned at his mate and slid out from under the smaller figure. He strode urgently over to a large bush and relieved himself and was glad to notice that the sun had already taken a good portion of the morning chill away. Dressing hurriedly, he searched nearby for more wood and glanced amusedly at the lump of blanket which hadn't moved.
"Up, you lazy one!" Connor laughingly prodded the not amused Bayard whose hand appeared from under the blanket to wave Connor away. Connor bent over and quickly whisked the blanket away from the naked, outraged, young man. Connor started to pant at the sight of the tempting white ass and quickly knelt beside him. Before Bayard could offer any silent protest, Connor had pulled apart the mounds of flesh to expose the hole he couldn't resist. He quickly began to tongue the opening and lick the soft inside thighs. He chuckled as Bayard's reticence quickly gave way to acceptance of the laving tongue as he lifted his leg to allow his lover better access. Recently donned clothes were quickly discarded and Connor stroked his hardening prick with one hand while the fingers of the other were placed into the now relaxed orifice. He turned and twisted his fingers in search of the magical spot within his lover that caused so much pleasure for him. He knew he found it when Bayard gave a mewling gasp and wriggled his buttocks and pushed against the questing fingers. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his leaking prick and in one swift stroke slipped in to the inviting warmth. This time the loving was gentle and easy and Bayard remained prone on the ground while Connor writhed above him, stroking hips and ass in an easy ascent into pleasure.
Connor spoke lovingly to his mate, "Oh Bay, I love you so much. You feel so good around me, so tight for me. I need you, little one." Connor could almost feel him purring in response to his gentle fucking. Usually, their matings were boisterous and rough, with little preparation beforehand so great was Connor's need most of the time. Bayard's easy acquiescence allowed Connor's unvoiced demands readily and himself to be mounted at any time. But last night took the edge off and both their weary bodies reveled in this gentleness. It happened only occasionally and that made it that much more special. Connor recalled how Bayard liked to be reciprocated at such times and he felt his senses soar in delight of what was to come. But he continued to rock back and forth for a long time before the image of him with his hand completely enveloped in Bayard's ass suddenly brought him off with long easy spurts and thrusts into his lover. He gently pulled out and felt Bayard sigh with the loss. He gently turned him over and kissed the waiting mouth and soon felt his own mouth full of the questing tongue. The kisses were just as gentle as the previous coupling and soon Bayard's face was awash with moisture and scratches from Connor's mouth and as yet unshaven beard. Connor's hands strayed to pluck and pet the tits that he was so enamored with. His mouth roamed till it found a tit to suck on and Bayard arched his back in delight. He pushed Connor's hand down and the big man knew what Bay wanted. He eased himself to the side of the slender body and without stopping his suckling, he pushed a knee up and out of the way, giving him access to the relaxed hole that awaited him. Three fingers worked their way in easily and the fourth as well. He slowly turned and twisted his fingers until with one gentle push, the hole accepted his whole hand. Bayard panted as he was filled with the large hand which slowly turned to press on the spot that sent him into oblivion. Connor brought his free hand up to the lean belly and could feel the bulge his engulfed hand made. He glanced up into Bay's eyes which were glazed over with passion and he was close to passing out due to the overstretching of his sphincter muscles. One wrong move on Connor's part and Bay would die a long, painful death. This is Bay's way of saying he trusts me, he loves me, without the words to say it. And to his utter astonishment, Connor felt another orgasm approach at just the thought and with a gentle thrust of his hand further into warm wetness of Bayard, his mate's whole body arched off the ground and the stiffened prick shot straight into the air and Connor's own seed followed a brief moment later. Connor's body jerked for several moments but he was aware that Bayard lay limp beside him. He carefully pulled his hand out and lay next to his love and waited for him to awaken. When the clear blue eyes opened minutes later, they crinkled as a shy smile crept over the beautiful features. Connor felt his heart leap with his love for him. He quickly stood and laughed at the joy of the new day and scooped Bayard into his arms. He easily carried the slight man and headed toward the stream. Bayard lay his head on the broad shoulder and wrapped his arms around Connor's neck. When they walked a bit closer to the stream, Bayard look questioningly at the big man.
"Yes, love, you're going to get a bath!"
Bayard frowned and mimed a shiver but Connor just shook his head. "It'll be refreshing, you'll see. I can always warm you up later, " he said wiggling his eyebrows in a lustful parody. Bayard just grinned and shook his own head at the bigger man's never ending appetite for sex. While it was colder then he would have liked, the makeshift bath proved as refreshing as Connor promised. He bathed his mate with soft strokes of cloth, flaccid genitals were cleaned and kissed, and cool limbs were rubbed until they warmed again. The long black hair was combed and brushed until it shown and glistened in the sun. When large hands urged him to sit up so his back could be bathed, Connor caught the brief grimace of pain that flashed across Bayard's face. With an gentle hand then, a flagon of oil was produced and the sweet smelling substance was rubbed into the pale skin and tender hole that was used so frequently of late after a long abstinence. By now the sun was at its zenith, and the two men dozed in the last spurt of warmth the autumn had to offer.
The next few days were spent with sleeping, gentle loving, sleeping and eating. Connor was delighted to wake up and just watch his mate sleep. His mind soared back to when he first saw young Bayard almost 7 years ago.
Bayard 2 of 2
by Bearkattz @aol.com ______________________________________________________ Comments, as always, welcome to Bearkattz@aol.com
WARNINGS: This story depicts loving, consensual sex between two adult males of legal age. If you are offended by such or if reading such material is illegal under the local laws, or if you are under the age of 18 or under the age of consent in your area, please stop reading now. ______________________________________________________
He'd come upon the remnants of a smoking village that had been plundered and set fire to. The dead inhabitants were strewn about in the ravages of their deaths; women and youths raped and the men with their throats cut. Connor had guessed the marauders decimation of the village had occurred several days ago by the overpowering stench that arose from the carcasses. His huge horse was delicately snorting and stepping sideways, his eyes wide at the smell of blood when he spotted a movement out of the corner of his eye. A small boy scurried to hide by the smith's forge. Connor called out that he meant no harm but the boy remained frozen. It had taken Connor almost an hour, his throat was almost raw from the unaccustomed talking, of bribing the boy with water and food before a hesitant pale face peered out from the blackened forge.
"Come lad, I won't hurt you."
Huge blue eyes in a thin, soot blackened face looked at the massive warrior who knelt on the ground holding out a piece of venison.
"I'll leave the meat here and back away. But you'd better eat it for I'll not stand for waste, boy, do you hear me?"
Connor laid the meat on a coarse cloth and backed away. The boy's eyes flashed from the meat to Connor and back again. Hunger won and the lad scurried to the food and began to wolf it down.
"Easy, lad. If you've not eaten in a while, take it slow or you'll make yourself sick."
The boys eyes never left Connor and if Connor took one step forward the boy scooted back instantly, but never stopped chewing. Connor decided to make camp outside the village, upwind, and knew the boy was constantly watching him. He left food and when he would turn around it would be gone.
The next few days found the boy getting closer and more trusting. He no longer started in fright at Connor's voice or moves although sudden sounds from the forest or village would send him into a panic. Only the soothing, calm murmur of Connor's voice would calm him. But he never spoke. Connor never knew whether the boy was mute since birth or if the horrors of seeing his friends and family murdered were the cause. One morning when he woke, he found the boy curled up next to him. And they'd never been parted since. The boy traveled in front of Connor on his charger, made himself useful, and never had to be told what to do. In return, Connor fed the boy and was glad for company on the long roads. Connor took odd jobs such as guarding a caravan or settling minor skirmishes with the various feuding landowners and always had enough money to keep them both satisfied.
Connor had called him boy or lad before a matronly women, the wife of the innkeeper where he was spending the night, cuffed him on the side of the head.
"Boy? Ye call the lad, boy, do ye? What kind of manners did your mam teach ye, ye big lout? Tis no name for a handsome lad." Connor nodded vigorously while rubbing his smarting ear.
"But good woman, he can't speak to tell him his name." Even Connor realized what a feeble excuse that was.
"Well, give him one, ye big lummox." Her bosom heaved in indignation. "Me man and I lost our firstborn about 15 years ago. He looks a wee bit on the puny side but he's about the right age. We called him Bayard." She wiped her eye with the corner of her apron.
Connor looked up in surprise. The tiny boy was 15 years old? He never would have guessed, if it had ever crossed his mind. But he nodded knowingly, anything to escape another cuff from her formidable hand.
"Well, Bayard it is, then," he said nodding sagely. And was rewarded with another cuff. "Now what did I do?" he wailed.
"Ye didn't ask the boy, you worthless mongrel." With a huff, she left to tend her kitchens. The boy sat with an amused look on his face at this exchange. The mighty Connor, warrior renowned for his fighting prowess and fearlessness in battle utterly cowed by a women who didn't stand hardly higher then his waist. Connor turned to face him and the boy schooled his face to its normal impassivity.
"Well, lad, er, boy, I mean, Bayard. What do you think of the name then? Is it, ah, acceptable with you?" Connor peered down at the slim figure. The name seemed bigger than the boy was. But it would solve the problem of having every boy in hearing distance come running when he yelled for him.
The boy nodded slowly as if pondering the name and then nodded in agreement.
Connor sighed in relief. He was exhausted as if he'd done battle with the fiercest enemy. He rubbed his sore ear. Well, perhaps he'd had. With a grimace, he headed up to their room for the night and the boy, no, Bayard, followed silently.
After a few days of yelling, "Boy" and then quickly adding "Ard!" as if he meant to all along, Connor quickly got used to the name and Bayard it was.
Whenever Connor settled down for a night in village or a camp with other warriors, he managed to quickly find a male prostitute to bed for a few hours fun and relaxation. Bayard would stay in the room or their tent, but he was very much aware of exactly what Connor was up to. He would stay awake and make sure Connor would find his way home or if the lonely hours passed with no sign of Connor returning, Bayard would set out in search of him. Usually it meant Connor was too drunk and had fallen asleep with his whore. Bayard would poke and prod until the older man would mumble and curse and awaken long enough for Bayard to help him make it back to their room or encampment.
In this manner, 3 years passed and while Bayard grew, he didn't grow much. He remained slim and small and caught the attention of more than one lustful warrior or merchant when they met them on the road or in villages. Connor found himself getting jealous and irritable when they made their advances on Bayard. A low growl scared even the largest warrior off when the big man would suddenly loom out of nowhere as they fondled Bayard. The boy grew irritated when Connor chased off yet another suitor and stormed off in the opposite direction. Connor sighed. Did the lad not know he was trying to protect him?
Until one day, Connor rose to find Bayard's place beside him empty. He could hear splashing down by the nearby stream and Connor decided he could use a bath as well. The morning glistened with early morning dew and the blue sky cradled a sun that promised another warm day when Connor strode down to the water. He stopped in his tracks as he saw Bayard step out of the stream. Water poured down his slender body in tiny rivulets that emphasized the beauty of the boy. No, man, Connor corrected himself. While small, Bayard was fully formed, his half aroused prick hanging from a sac that held two perfectly shaped balls. His long hair lay plastered on squared shoulders emphasizing the perfect chest with it's pink tits and narrowing to a slim waist and hips. When Bayard bent to retrieve his clothes, Connor saw an ass that reminded him of peach, so delightful it was. The pale skin only emphasized the dusty pink center of which Connor only caught the briefest glimpse. But that was all it took for him to get as hard as he'd ever been. He must have muttered or cursed because Bayard whipped around at the sound and held his clothes to his chest. When he saw Connor, the two men just stared at each other for a long, long moment. Connor would later swear that time stopped. Finally, Bayard dropped his clothes to the ground and held his head up and straightened his shoulders as if to so say, "Here I am." The beauty of a male in all his glory stood before Connor. With a few long strides, he was in front of Bayard. He reached down to stroke the side of handsome face. Bayard leaned into the caress.
"How have I missed you all this time? When did you turn from a scrawny boy to this beautiful man?"
Bayard looked up at the man he had loved since the moment he'd seen him. He shrugged and closed his eyes as the hand continued it's caresses.
"I want you, Bayard." It wasn't a question, but Bayard knew he was being asked permission. He nodded.
With one easy motion, Connor reached down and gathered Bayard in his arms. He strode to their camp and laid Bayard gently down on the wool blankets as if he were made of precious glass. Bayard lay still, his chest moving with increasing frequency as Connor quickly undressed. Connor never took his eyes off the bounty before him. Why did he not notice Bayard before? Why had he missed the adoration in the blue eyes that pierced him to reach his thudding heart? The perfect nakedness of the man before him took his breath away and his prick pointed skyward in confirmation. He knelt down beside the young man and took the soft hand in his own large callused one.
"Are you a virgin, Bayard?"
Bayard nodded. Between Connor's overbearing protectiveness and Bayard's own lack of any real desire for anyone except Connor, there was little chance for Bayard to lose his virginity to man or women.
Connor closed his eyes. Bayard took it as a sign of displeasure or reluctance and he quickly sat up and grabbed Connor as if afraid he would leave.
"No, I'll not leave you, Bay. But to take your virginity...it's a great honor you do me." He gently eased Bayard back down and began to pay homage to the body beneath. He kissed and licked the sweet tits as they hardened under the onslaught. He blew on them and Bayard gasped in pleasure. Bayard grabbed the shaggy mane of Connor's head and pressed it to his chest in an effort to keep the exquisite pleasure. Connor chuckled, "There's more coming, sweet one."
He reached down to stroke the upright prick while he plundered the soft mouth. He was delighted in that every thing he did to Bayard was rewarded with purrs and gasps of surprised delight. Bayard's prick was weeping with clear fluid and he was wiggling in pleasure as Connor explored every inch of his mate. Bayard tried to reciprocate but Connor took the hand from his own prick and shook his head. "Let me pleasure you, sweet one. For when I mount you, there will be pain. If you've spent your seed already, it will make it easier for you. Do you understand, little one?"
Bayard nodded but the trust didn't diminish from his eyes at all. Connor reached for his saddle bag and grabbed the oil they used on their skin when the sun was hot and dried the skin and coated his fingers. When Connor took the engorged prick in his mouth and stuck his finger into Bayard's ass at the same time, Bayard arched his back as the sensations overwhelmed him. Connor sucked and licked the hot length and added another finger into the tight muscled opening and pumped in time with his sucking. Bayard didn't last long and in just a few pleasure laden moments, a sweet creamy fount filled Connor's mouth. He probed the hot channel until he found the tiny bump he knew caused so much pleasure and stroked it once and continued to suck as Bayard's eyes grew wide at the shocking jolt that shot through him even as his body shuddered with his orgasm. His breathing came hard and fast and he lay limp as he watched Connor ready his own swollen flesh.
Connor spread the legs wide and pushed them back against the still heaving chest. Without a word he placed his prick head against the puckered hole and pushed it in. The muscle protested the intrusion and Bayard's body tensed in pain.
"Easy, little one. Push out when I'm pushing in and the pain will soon be over." Connor peered into the pain filled eyes and he almost withdrew. Bayard read his indecision and shook his head and grabbed the massive thighs to pull him closer.
"Easy, then. Don't try and keep me out. It'll only make it worse. Remember push out." Bayard nodded and grunted as Connor struggled to gain another inch into the tight heat. Bayard bit his lip and the blood flowed down his chin. Connor swiftly debated the pros and cons of going slow and in one hard thrust shoved all the way in. Bayard's eyes closed and a tear trickled down. But his grip on Connor never lessened. Connor's heart swelled as he looked down at his mate. He didn't move until the blue eyes opened and the ragged breathing eased.
"Better, little one?" At the shaky nod, Connor continued, "Look, I'm all the way in now."
You would have thought Bayard had just been knighted. A look of incredible joy and pride crossed his face and he looked down to where they joined. He released his stiffened hold on Connor and with a tentative hand reached down to touch where Connor entered his body. His face lit in a grin the like Connor had never seen before.
Bayard nodded and began to make a motion to for Connor to move. And that was all the encouragement Connor needed. "Oh sweet one!" he cried in rapture as he began to thrust into the narrow passage that held him in such a vise like grip. All thoughts of being gentle fled the warrior's thoughts as a red haze fogged his mind. His prick was the center of his world and it fought for the delight of friction, for warmth, for stimulation. He pounded into the ass of his beloved with all the strength of a stallion rutting his mare and it was just as primitive and all encompassing and natural. He could feel the tension in his body rise and his balls tingle and draw up in prelude to spurting his seed and with a few more quick thrusts he froze as his cream spurted into the warm bowels. He fell onto the body beneath him in utter completion.
The red haze drifted slowly from his brain as his breathing evened out and with a jolt, he realized what he'd done and now pinned Bayard beneath him. He sat up to see not the hate or terror he expected but the adoring look of a man who had just been thoroughly loved.
"Oh little one, I'm sorry," Connor began. At Bayard's look of frowning confusion, he continued, "I meant to make it good for you and I just lost myself in my own pleasure as I fucked you with no more thought for your well- being than a dog mounting a bitch in heat."
Bayard just shook his head. He reached down to take the seed seeping between his legs and brought it to his mouth and slowly licked it off his hand. In no other way could he tell Connor that it was not only all right but it wonderful. With a sob, Connor gathered his mate into his arms.
Connor never did get around to purchasing another horse for the boy to ride and so Bayard's place was always in front of Connor on his horse. It led to many interesting rides in an otherwise dull journey. Connor would reach around to stroke the smooth skin under jerkin and Bayard would lean back as Connor's hands wandered over his body. Sometimes, Bayard would feel the hard prick at his backside and would slide forward over the horses neck with an amusing snort. Other times, it was Bayard who would scoot forward on the withers in a request for passion. Connor, who had never turned down an invitation to a fucking yet, would just grin and pull out his prick. Bayard's trousers were quickly disposed of and Connor would aim his prick at the always lubed opening and reach over to lift the body onto his hard rod. After sheathing himself in the tight scabbard of flesh, Connor would let the horse continue at a walk in order for Bayard to accommodate the welcome intrusion. At his nod, Connor would urge the stallion to a trot where the stimulation was always the hardest and the best but it was at a fast canter and then gallop that both men loved best. Bayard would wrap Connor's arms around his chest and hang on tight as Connor guided the stallion with his knees. The wind rushing at them, one with each other as well as with the horse straining between their legs, caused both men to have multiple orgasms and Connor would yell into the whistling wind. It was something they did only when they were well rested and the horse was fresh, as it wiped them out completely. The rest of the day was spent with stupid grins plastered on their faces and their bodies well sated.
Connor smiled as he reminisced about their past . He couldn't ever imagine now a life without Bayard. He saw them both growing old together as much in love with each other as in the beginning or even more so. He pushed the hair off Bayard's forehead and reached over to kiss the soft, full lips. He was rewarded with the blue eyes opening sleepily and a smile. The kiss was returned along with a look exhanged between the two mates that spoke of a lifetime long pledge of love.
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