Islechester 8
By, Bald Hairy Man
This is a fantasy, for men, not kids, nor for anyone who got to this site by accident, not expecting to find gay stories. No effort at realistic or safe sexual practices has been made. If you have any comments, please send them to me at bldhrymn@aol.com, bldhrymn@yahoo.com or at bldhrymn@excite.com.
Hurlric attached himself to me. At first I thought he was handsome but stupid but I soon discovered he learned fast. His father had failed in a raid and most of the men under his command died. The tribe wasn't tolerant of defeat and Hurlric shared the father's disgrace. Hurlric's mother was a Roman captive. This contributed to the problem. There was the feeling the father has squandered his precious man seed on a Roman woman. Poor Hurlric was twice cursed. The father died, leaving Hurlric alone, shunned by the rest of the warriors.
Paulus liked him, as did Rollomer, but everyone else was unforgiving. Rollomer was the brightest of the younger men and stood out from the crowd. That he liked Hurlric was a good sign. Hurlric wanted a father and seemed to think I could fill that role. I certainly was willing, especially since regular sex was a part of the man's image of a father.
At this time, Silvanius also became one of my friends. He was a big, crude man. When I was a Roman Priest, I would never have associated with him. He was the headman of the nearby farming village and he needed the protection of Hulcemer if his village was to survive the raids afflicting Britannia. I had guessed he was stupid too, but he was merely uneducated in Roman ways. He knew the countyside in detail and finding food was his specialty. He grew food, of course, but in winter and in hard times, that isn't enough. He knew where to find it. Silvanius was a good man to know.
He came to me one day. "Father, I need your help. I am an old man, almost fifty. I can't expect to live much longer." he said. I would have guessed he was nearer sixty. Farming is a hard life. "My sons are strong and can carry on for me. They are not use to Barbarian ways, especially their worship and gods." I nodded. Some of the tribe's rituals were odd I admit, although I had grown to rather like them.
"I don't feel right teaching them what they need to know." Silvanius said. He began to whisper. "The very thought of sucking or fucking them makes me lose my hard. I need someone to teach them. When they join in the ceremonies, I want them to be ready."
"How many sons do you have?" I asked.
"Four. All good boys." he said proudly. "Good and strong. I spoke to Paulus about this. He will help too." He was silent for a few seconds. "I would like for them to feel a Roman cock first, to take Roman seed." I realized Silvanius seemed to be a follower of the barbarian tribe's belief that man seed transmitted strength. I also recalled Silvanius had enjoyed the last ceremony and had fucked me as it ended. Much of that enjoyment was physical, not related to his village's welfare. Silvanius liked man sex. I told him, I would do what I could.
I talked to Paulus about it later and he was enthusiastic. Paulus frankly had a high tolerance of fucking young men of any tribal or racial background. He suggested we bring Hurlric along, since he was half Roman and could give Silvanius' boys an introduction to a Barbarian-Roman fuck tool.
Hurlric was willing, too. Paulus went off to see Silvanius and make the arrangements. Paulus was always well organized and decisive. He arranged for us to meet Silvanius in a wooded area near the village the next day. It rained that day and for the next few days, so we eventually met a week later.
We walked deep into the forest and came to a brook. Silvanius took us down into the eroded valley carved by the stream and then we wandered upstream. After a considerable walk, we came to an open area where the stream meandered on one side of the space. In the middle of the space was a standing stone covered with pagan symbols. To the rear of the stone was a wooden hut. Four young men sat at the base. I looked at Silvanius to introduce us, but he had vanished. I was worried, but Paulus walked forward to greet them.
"We are the men your father sent to you!" he said, in his most magisterial voice. The oldest came forward; he may have been near 25 years old and looked like his father.
"I am Nial, son of Silvanius." he said. From the way he said it I assumed it was the total of the man's Latin. I knew how to speak the language of the Britons. I hoped it was near to the dialect he spoke.
"Greetings." I said in Briton. "Has your father told you why we are here?"
Yes," Nial said. "We don't want to worship barbarian gods. We are Christian. Father said, we had to come here." I could barely understand him. Fortunately, Paulus spoke almost the same dialect.
"There is no need to worship them." Paulus said. "Their rituals are enjoyable. As long as you enjoy them, you don't need to worry about the worship. My friend here is a Christian Priest. He will protect you from the Barbarian gods."
"Are you really a priest?" Nial asked.
"Yes, my son." I said. "Don't worry about the outward forms of the worship. As long as you remain faithful to the True God in your hearts, you will be fine. If your heart is true, it makes no difference what you cock is doing!" Paulus translated this and Nial looked relieved. Nial was uneasy and uncertain. His brothers didn't seem to be too concerned. They were a mismatched group. I couldn't be positive, but I assumed they had different mothers. Nial and the one they called Cedrus, looked like Silvanius. They were big, heavy men, covered in blond-red hair.
The two others, Octavian and Sixtus, were slight, smooth boys, both with black hair. I guessed the mother of the second set of sons was Roman.
Cedrus motioned to us to follow them into the wooden hut. The hut was dark and damp, but it concealed a door into a cave. The cave was built into the eroded side of the stream. Nial took a torch and led us into the cave. From the narrow opening, we descended and soon arrived at a large chamber. Nial used the torch to light a fire and soon the room was bright and warm. On the walls were paintings of geometrical designs and wild animals. In the middle was a pillar. It was clearly a phallus. Overlooking the phallus was a stone cross. "This is the home of our village gods." Nial said.
I had been a Priest in Londinium and had heard that in the countryside they had just added Christ to the local firtility gods. That was exactly what had happened here. The huge phallus in the middle of the room explained why Silvanius had found the Barbarian rites acceptable. Obviously the local god was a male fertility figure. It also explained why Silvanius got along with Hulcemer and Odinmer. Big cocks were important in all fertility cults and in the two Barbarian chiefs, Silvanius found men he could admire.
They had beer in the cave and we drank some. The fire was hot, so there was no problem getting naked at all. We talked as well as our limited understanding allowed. Hurlric was uncomfortable, since he couldn't understand either of the languages we spoke, but once he was naked that wasn't a problem. The two younger men were obviously attracted to him. If Nial had qualms about sex with men, the two younger men had none whatsoever.
Cocks are a universal language. They liked what they saw in Hurlric and soon they were going at it like dogs in heat. Nial seemed to take a fancy to Paulus, so Cedrus and I had to make do. Cedrus was perhaps 22 or 23, slightly smaller than his older brother and shy. His Latin was all but non-existent, but fortunately when he saw what his brothers were doing, he was inspired. I felt for his cock and he for mine.
We were both pleasantly surprised. Soft, he had a thick tube, which gave promise of an impressive instrument. He was feeling my cock when our eyes met. He laughed and I relaxed. We were going to have a good time. We got naked and I gave his cock a good inspection. He was clean. Cedrus was the fisherman in the family and he spent a lot of time in the water. His cock was mostly foreskin, with his cock head stranded in the middle of the skin tube.
I took it in my mouth and licked the pucker, then worked my tongue into the tube. He looked at me in amazement as I did this. Oral sex was not part of his sexual life. When my tongue met his cock head, he realized the potential. I flicked my tongue around his head and he began to grow. I wondered if his cock would fill the entire tube.
It did and then some. His head popped out and the thick foreskin was eventually stretched like the thinnest silk over his cock. He didn't have a Classical cock like the statues in the baths. It was three tubes of hard man-rammer, crowned by a bloated, purple head. Veins pulsed on the sides of the meat, filling it to capacity. I could barely fit his cock head into my mouth. There was nothing pretty about it. His balls hung low in a big hair covered sack, almost goat-like in size.
I hardly need say, I loved it. It was clear I was the first to suck him and he was wildly enthusiastic about the sensations he was feeling, enthusiastic and appreciative. All the boys had been wary of us when they met us. Cedrus went from being slightly surly and standoffish, to becoming my disciple the minute my tongue touched his cock head.
Cedrus and Nial were totally ignorant of the pleasure of man sex I suspected, so all was a revelation to them. The two younger boys were enthusiastic, but I had a strong sense, they may have had some experience of their own. They liked what Hurlric could teach them, but they also had some things to teach him.
While I was supposed to show Cedrus how to take a cock, my own little obsessions got in the way. I wanted to feel his cock in my ass. I had brought some oil with me and I coated his cock. I got him on the ground so I could sit on it. If I sat on it first, I could at leas, get used to it. I didn't want this countryman fucking me like an animal until later.
I'm not sure Cedrus had ever fucked anyone before either. His older brother kept sheep and goats and had a clear vision of what fucking should be. Cedrus was an innocent. He was shocked and pleased I let him into my ass. He didn't know what to do, so he just stayed still as I impaled myself on his cock. It was not easy.
It was one of those odd situations when the cock would just barely fit in my ass. It was as sexually stimulating as imaginable, but not pleasurable in a conventional sense. I let myself melt onto his cock, slowly sliding down the pole, until I felt like a suckling pig on a spit. When I was firmly lodged on it, I rested for a few minutes, then began to undulate. With a cock that big, there isn't much room to manipulate it in my occupied ass. Much to my surprise, the donkey dick shifted and moved into a new position.
The sexual stimulation exploded into pleasure. All the tenseness vanished from my body and I was in heaven. One of the younger boys was watching me and gazed at me in admiration. I guess they knew what it was like to take a cock and knew what I was feeling.
Nial was on his back being slow fucked by Paulus. Both men looked contented. Hurlric was fucking Octavian while Sixtus fucked Hulric. Every once in a while, they would trade positions and Hurlric would fuck Sixtus, while taking Octavian's cock.
Silvanius, the boys' father, looked in and surveyed the scene approvingly. He brought beer around to us all. The warmth of the fire, the strong beer and the smell of men in heat filled the cave. The stone Phallus almost glowed in the light and I had the feeling we were recreating ancient orgiastic rituals of Britain's past.
I got off Cedrus' cock and he looked at me with an expectant expression. He had watched me twitching wildly on his cock and now he wanted to be fucked. I knew he was a virgin, so I took special care to lubricate his ass well. He only fought my finger a little. As I probed deeper, I found his nut and he moaned. I pressed harder to insure his first encounter with that little organ would be memorable. The beer was flowing freely now and we were all feeling mellow.
My cock is big for an introduction to getting fucked, but Cedrus was good and patient. He lost his erection when I first popped in, but by the time I had half of my cock into his hole, his beautiful cock was returning to its excited state. The activity in the chamber was getting confused and frenzied now. I felt the sexual excitement in the room rise. I looked around and saw Silvanius had joined in the sexual free-for-all. That seemed to excite his boys.
Paulus was screwing Octavian, while Hurlric fucked Nial and Silvanius screwed Hurlric. Sixtus was behind me, working his cock into my ass. It was slim, but effective. No one had an orgasm yet and you could sense the sexual tension build. I was sure if one person popped, everyone would. If Sixtus continued rubbing his cock on my nut, I would be the first.
Strangely, Sixtus' cock seemed to generate a deep desire in me to feel Cedrus' horse cock again. I shifted places and impaled myself on it. Cedrus' meat was all I had hoped. It felt wonderful. I was sitting on it when Silvanius came behind me and lifted me up and pushed me forward so he could fuck me. His cock slid in effortlessly, then he pulled out and held his son's cock as I sat on it again. The two men alternated fucking me.
Every time Cedrus was about to shoot, Silvanius would pull me off his son's cock and fuck me himself. When Silvanius was ready to climax, he pull out and skewer me on Cedrus' pole. This way all three of us were on the edge of a climax, but didn't go over the edge.
Paulus was on his back, next to me, showing Nial how to take a cock like a man. It was a good experience for each. Paulus only rarely took a cock. He usually topped, so the young Briton must have greatly inspired him. There was nothing delicate about Nial's fucking style, but it seemed to be just right for the ageing Roman Patrician. Paulus shot off first. Cedrus was close behind. Cedrus shook as if there was an earthquake as he filled my ass.
As soon as he stopped, Silvanius lifted me off his son's cock and skewered me on his. He adopted Nial's fucking method and it took no more that three or four thrusts before he shot off. Nial had left Paulus and was in line behind his father. He too added his man seed to the brew in my ass. Octavian followed him. Sixtus was the youngest, so he was the last.
Silvanius and all his sons had unloaded in my ass. It was still tingling when Sixtus pulled out. I was a bit shaky by then. Silvanius was telling me how much he liked me in his poor Latin and Cedrus was looking at me in admiration. They had never done anything like this before. He and Nail were new to man sex and they had no idea of its orgasmic pleasures.
Another cock slid into my ass. I looked back and it was Hurlric. It was effortless and pleasurable as his cock floated on a bed of Briton cum. His big Barbarian cock slipped in deep. He pulled out and offered his seed drenched cock to Silvanuis. I knew Silvanius didn't want to screw his sons, but he didn't mind sampling their cum. He licked the milky cum from Hurlric's cock.
Hurlric returned to me ass and fucked me again. This time he fed the cock scum to Nial and Cedrus. He made a third trip into my ass and recoated his meat. This time Sixtus and Octavian were the recipients.
The Britons shared the Barbarians belief man seed shared strength. They wanted to share their seed and thus, their strength. These Britons would have no problem at all sharing with Hulcemer's tribe.