This is the first in a series of stories about a teenager named Roan, who lived in the Middle Ages. It contains sex between teenagers, between men and teenagers and incest.
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Roan, with his acute sense of hearing, heard the horse long before he saw him. He stood on the road wondering whether he should hide in the woods or just keep walking toward home. He had done nothing to warrant hiding, but he knew that outlaws and brigands often rode along this road coming out of Farnham and he didn't want to be caught by them.
Roan had been born in Farnham fifteen years earlier. The vicar had told him he was born in 1302, and had predicted that, because he was born on the night of the comet, he would become a great man. Roan's father had shrugged at that, realizing his son would most likely be a villein like himself. He would never be able to escape working for the duke as a serf. There was one thing about Roan, though, that seemed to elevate him above the ordinary serf and might provide a way out of his lowly position, and that was his beauty. He had grown to be a handsome youth, one whose features caused many to look at him with undisguised interest. Roan had early realized the power of his beauty and had used it to his advantage when he could. He had also noted that many of the maidens of the village and the surrounding areas smiled seductively at him, but, unlike the other boys his age, he did not find himself attracted to them. His interest lay in other boys, in men, those who practiced what the vicar called 'the sin of sodomy.' It was his secret, but he was to learn that others practiced this 'sin', and because of his handsome features many would seek him out.
Roan's blonde hair was very light, almost silvery. His features were the perfection of beauty and his smile complimented it. He had thick blonde eyebrows that stood above his liquid blue eyes. He was 5'11'' and would probably add two or three more inches before he stopped growing. His body was slender but it gave evidence of incipient muscle development. His peasant smock, which loosely covered him, hide a taut muscled stomach. His tight hose, which was worn under his smock, covered and outlined a firm rounded ass and a cock that hardened to eight inches.
The rider came around the bend and began approaching Roan who was standing on the side of the road. He recognized the rider as William of Farnham, the youngest son of the Duke. He knew his face from the many times he had seen him at the market or the festivals that were held in the fields around the castle. Many times Roan had thought about how handsome William was and had even wondered whether he was one of those who liked to lay with other men. Although he knew that their different status' would probably work against him ever sharing William's bed, he had thought about it. The reality was, that William of Farnham did not even know Roan existed; but that was about to change.
Roan watched as the horseman approached, looked at him and rode by. Suddenly the horse stopped and William looked back, smiling.
"Who are you?"
"I am Roan, sir, son of Hugh."
"Yes, oh yes." William smiled at him and Roan knew, almost instinctively, what was behind that smile.
"Where do you live, Roan?"
"On the other side of the village, sir, by the big chestnut tree."
"Do you know who I am?"
"Yes, sir, you are the Duke's son, William of Farnham."
"Yes, I am, Roan, son of Hugh." William laughed and reached down for Roan.
"Come up and ride with me." Roan took his hand and was easily pulled up onto the horse. William wasn't using a saddle, so he was able to put Roan in front of him on the horse. He urged the horse into a gait, turned off the road and started across the field. Roan realized that this wasn't the way toward his house, but he said nothing. As the horse sauntered through the woods Roan could feel William's cock pushing against his ass. William began urging the horse into a gallop and his dick pressed harder into Roan's asscrack. Roan began raising up and pushing back in rhythm with the horse and he felt the hard cock pushing into him each time he pushed back. After awhile William guided the horse toward a grassy spot and stopped, then he leaned foward and kissed Roan on the cheek.
"You are a beautiful young man. Do you like riding with me?"
"Yes, sir, I do. Can we ride some more?"
"Yes, we can, but don't call me sir, call me Will."
"Will? I could never do that, sir?"
William laughed and kissed him again. "You must, I insist."
"Will, can we ride some more?" William laughed again.
"Listen, let's get off, I want to do something else."
The two climbed down off the horse. William pulled Roan to him and kissed him deeply. He stuck his tongue into his mouth as he pulled his body into his. William was seventeen, tall, muscled and handsome. He held Roan tightly in his powerful arms as he continued to kiss him. Then he stepped back and looked at Roan.
"How have I missed you, handsome one?" He smiled as he looked at Roan. "Take off your clothes, let me see you."
Without any hesitation Roan took off his clothes and revealed himself to his master's son. William turned him around so he could see all of him. He noted his cock and his jutting asscheeks and smiled.
"Yes, you are indeed beautiful." William stripped off his clothes and let Roan look at him. He knew his body was desirable and he wanted to show himself to this handsome young man who turned him on so powerfully. Roan noted the black hair that covered his chest like a mat and ran down onto his stomach. He saw that William had powerful biceps and thick muscled thighs which were covered with the same black hair. He also saw his long cock which was standing straight out, dripping with precum.
"Come on with me, we will ride again." William climbed up on the horse and reached down for Roan. Again, he pulled him up and sat him in front of him. His hands reached down and cupped Roan's quivering mounds and caressed them. He sighed as his hands outlined the protuberance of Roan's cheeks.
"Raise up, Roan, son of Hugh." Roan raised up and heard William spit. Then he felt his cock head being push against his tight hole. William began to pull Roan down onto his cock as he lifted up to push it in. When Roan was fully ensconced on the big dick William reached around, gripped him tightly and kissed him on the neck.
"Now, we will ride." He kicked the horse in the side and it galloped off. The gait of the horse caused William's long dick to flow in and out of Roan's tight ass. Neither had to do anything but ride the horse and let the motion of the ride pushed the cock in and ease it out. William continued to nibble on Roan's neck and to play with his nipples as they rode. He also reached around and grabbed Roan's hard cock, stroking it in rhythm with the galloping horse. This went on for a long time as they rode through the woods, joined by William's cock, screwing to the gait of the horse. Soon, both teenagers began to moan as their orgasms became imminent. William's long cock started erupting first, sending volley after volley of cum into Roan's tight ass. Roan's dick, which William was stroking, also erupted. Five times it spurted, sending jism into the air or onto the horse's mane.
William leaned forward and lay against Roan as the horse continued to meander through the woods. Finally he guided it back to the place where they had left their clothes.
"Did you like riding with me, Roan?" William was holding him in his arms. He realized he was infatuated with this handsome serf and wanted to experience more of his beautiful body.
"Yes, Will, can we ride again?"
William laughed. "You are an eager one. How old are you, Roan?"
"I'm fifteen, and you?"
"I'm seventeen, Roan. You have been with others, right, I was not the first to have you was I?"
"No, sir, I mean, Will. I have been with others." Roan did not want to tell him that he had only been with one other so he added to his sexual experiences.
"Come with me to the castle."
"I must go home first and speak to my father."
William took Roan to his peasant hut. When his father saw the son of the Duke he was frightened, but William easily calmed him and explained his purpose. Hugh gladly allowed his youngest son to go with William, particularly after William gave him five gold sovereigns, more money then he had ever had at one time in his life. Then the two rode off to the castle.
Roan saw the castle as the horse came up over a small hill. The castle sat high on another hill, surrounded by a deep and wide moat. The castle was the center of the domain, the hub of an area that was extensive and filled with many manor houses. The castle itself was a large, rectangular structure, built of huge stones, a model of security in an age of war and destruction. The keep was the tallest part, with its small windows and turreted tower. There were four floors, including the ground floor. The upper floors contained the living quarters of the duke and his sons, separated into luxurious suites. The castle could only be reached by crossing the drawbridge over the moat and passing under the portcullis. Roan listened as the horse's hooves clattered on the drawbridge, bringing him into the castle courtyard. Because of its rectangular style the courtyard was surrounded on all sides by the castle walls. Roan looked up at the walls and noted the small windows which punctuated the walls at intervals. He had never been in the castle environs and was amazed at the number of people busy in the yard. But all activity seemed suspended as everyone looked up to look at this handsome youth who was sharing William's horse.
William and Roan dismounted, gave the horse to a groom and entered the castle. William led him into the Great Hall and then up into one of the towers to a small room at the top. It was there, in that small room, that Roan fucked the son of the duke. William lay on the bed on his back, with his knees against his chest and took Roan's pulsating rod into his manhole. Roan used his eight inch cock like a battering ram to pummel William's willing ass deep and hard. He slammed into him with stroke after stroke, brushing against his prostate, causing him to cry out in the intensity of his passion. Roan came, but he stayed hard and renewed his plowing into the tight passage that squeezed and released his big dick. When he came the second time, they changed places and William thrust into Roan's manhole and humped him with abandonment. Time was lost as the two teenagers humped each other long into the night.
The sunlight squeezing through the narrow window woke both teenagers. Roan looked at William lying next to him and smiled. William reached up, ran his hand across Roan's face and grinned at him.
"God, you are handsome, even in the morning." He let his hand move across Roan's chest. Roan moaned softly and put his hands on William's.
"Will, take me again."
William needed no urging. He pushed the cover back revealing his hard cock. He spit into his hand and rubbed it on his dick as Roan rolled over onto his stomach. Willliam looked at his protruding buns and smiled as he got in between Roan's legs and pulled his asscheeks apart. He leaned forward, put his dick on the tiny hole, pushed in with one thrust and impaled Roan on his hard dick. He rode him gently at first, pushing his dick in and pulling it out in long strokes. Then he picked up the pace, almost pulling out before slamming back into the depths of the tight passage. His thick cock stretched the tight channel as he continued to pound it without let up. Then William eased out of the tight ass, pulled Roan up on all fours, stood behind him and pushed back in. He reached over and used Roan's shoulders as leverage to help him plow forcefully. He began pulling all the way out, then pushing back in with one stroke. He did this over and over, looking at the gaping hole his dick left when he pulled out. Roan kept squeezing and releasing the dick as it assaulted his willing ass. His hand was now pulling his own cock and he knew he was going to cum with William. William pushed back in, lay down on Roan's back and began to slam into him in short strokes. He was building up to a powerful orgasm. He threw his head back and began to cry out as his dick spewed forth a torrent of jism that bounced off the walls of Roan's ass and eased out of his hole. At the same time Roan's throbbing cock let loose with a powerful flow of white lava that hit the bed in spurt after spurt. Both dicks kept pouring forth like untapped faucets as the teenagers moaned in the grip of their awesome ejaculations.
They fell on the bed, lost in the glow of their coupling. Just as William reached up to run his hand through Roan's blonde hair the door flew open and Roan saw a tall powerfully built man standing there, scowling. He quickly noted that the man looked like William, only taller and older.
"Sodomites, filthy perverted heathens!" With one bound the man was across the room. He grabbed William by his hair and pulled him off the bed. William struggled in his grasp and pulled away. Even though he was strong he was no match for this man with his bulging muscles.
"Take your hands off me, John! You have no right to be here!"
"You sully the name of Farnham, you are not in grace! Our father will hear of this."
John turned to Roan, looked at him and yelled, "Get your clothes, heathen, and get out!"
Roan grabbed his clothes, hastily put them on and started out the door.
"Roan, Roan, wait, you are my guest. Wait!"
"Go now, do not partake of this bastard's sins. Go, find a priest who will absolve you for your gross sins." John turned to William and raised his hand to hit him just as Roan started down the steps. He heard the noise of scuffling behind him, but did not look back or turn around. The room was in the top of a high tower of the castle so there were many steps to take before he could get away; but he managed to take some two at a time as he raced to get to the bottom. Just as he reached the final landing someone stepped out from a dark corner and grabbed him by his smock.
"Well now, we are in a rush." Roan looked up at at smiling face of a rather tall priest. He was clothed in the brown vestments that identified him as a friar.
"I must go, please, Father, let me go." Roan tried to pull away, but now the friar was holding him by the arm and his grip was tight.
"No, my son, come with me." He led Roan to a small chapel, then pulled him through the chapel and into a room at the back. Pushing him in, he closed the door, stood against it and looked at Roan.
"Handsome one! I saw you from a window when you came in with William. I had no idea his taste was so good. My, my! You were running, why?" The priest stood with his arms across his chest, staring intently at Roan. Roan looked up at him and noticed that although he wasn't handsome, he was pleasant looking. His head was shaved in the priestly fashion, but his thick black eyebrows stood out prominently. His nose was perhaps a trifle crooked, but his mouth was nicely formed with straight white teeth. Nothing could be seen of his body because of his loose fitting clerical garments.
"John, William's brother, told me to leave."
"Oh, you were caught, caught by the brother who hates what he has created."
Roan looked at the priest rather curiously. He did not understand his last words and the priest realized he was puzzled.
"My name is Stephen, Father Stephen. You are?
"I am Roan, son of Hugh. I live in the village and I am trying to get home."
"Don't be afraid. I will see that you get there." Father Stephen reached up and ran his hand through Roan's silvery blonde hair. The touch of the priest's hands sent shivers of passion through Roan's teenaged body. He smiled at the priest and wondered what this was leading to. He felt the priest's hand as he lay it in his crotch feeling his hardening dick through his breeches. Roan reached up and put his hand on the priest's chest touching him gently, not knowing how to proceed with this cleric. Stephen sensed his confusion,
"Do not be afraid, my son, I will not hurt you. We are safe and this is good for both of us." Stephen stepped back, pulled at his clerical vestments and let them fall to the floor. He was naked beneath them and Roan saw his long slender, but wiry body. He smiled as he looked at the thick cock which was curved up toward his stomach, a drop of precum glistening on the crown. Stephen removed Roan's clothes, stepped back to admire him and sighed.
"You are handsome, many will desire you. Be careful, my son, be careful." Father Stephen took Roan in his arms and kissed him gently. Roan liked the gentleness of this priest who was touching him so erotically. Stephen took his time as he lay Roan on his narrow bed, kissed every part of his body, licking, chewing, sucking and just loving him as if time had stopped. Roan responded by moaning, thrashing and bucking so that his body was in continual motion. Finally, Stephen lay over Roan in a 69 position so that he could suck Roan's long cock even as Roan sucked his. In this way they let their mouths run up and down each other's thick shafts until they were ready to spew their loads. Roan raised up off the bed and erupted into the priest's mouth just as he took the priest's load into his. Their dicks spurted load after load and each greedily swallowed the offering of the other.
When they were finished, Father Stephen picked Roan up, kissed him one last time, and watched as he dressed. Father Stephen opened the door and led Roan out through another passageway. Once again he found himself in the courtyard opposite the main gate of the castle. Many people were occupied in various ways in the courtyard but this time most paid no attention to the priest and the teenager. Stephen escorted Roan to the outer yard of the castle and then pointed him toward home.
"We will meet again, Roan, then we will talk. There is much for you to know and learn. You will go far if you learn to value your friends. Until we meet again, good bye, God go with you, my son."
Roan nodded at Father Stephen and turned toward home. It was a long walk and he had many things to think about. He wondered what had happened to William and what Father Stephen meant in referring to John.
The sun was high in the sky when Roan reached the little hut that was his family home. He shared it with his mother and father. His older brother, Richard, had recently married and moved down the road into his father-in-law's house. There had been other children, but like so many others in the fourteenth century, they had died in infancy. As Roan walked into the yard he could see his father coming out of the makeshift barn. He looked up at Roan, smiled and came toward him.
"I did not expect you back so soon, son."
"Yes, I know, father, but here I am. Where is mother?"
"She's gone to help Richard's wife, she's about to deliver."
Roan looked at his father and then looked off in the distance. Being alone with his father always excited him. He had never done anything with him, but he knew he was attracted to his father in the same way he was to other handsome men. In spite of his attraction, he and his father had always been distant and he did not know why. His brother had been the one he had always talked to and learned from. His brother had been the one who introduced him to the pleasures of the male body. Roan smiled as he thought about the first time Richard had sucked his hard cock and taught him to suck his. Then Richard had managed to put his big dick into Roan's little hole and lead him into the pleaures of fucking. Many times the brothers had lay in the smooth grass by the stream and enjoyed each others bodies for hours on end. It had been a time of learning and developing for Roan and he missed that time with his brother. He longed for another friend and lover who would share his body with him in the way that Richard had. He wondered again if William might be that one, but then he decided that could never be.
"Roan, you're not listening, boy." His father's voice woke him from his daydream. He looked at his father and realized he was annoyed.
"Sorry, sir, sorry."
"Do your chores now that you're here. I'll try to make dinner."
Roan hurried off to do all the chores that fell to him. His load was bigger now that Richard was gone, but he really didn't mind, the hard work kept him from being idle and he could see the effect it was having on his arms and chest. He spent the rest of the afternoon taking care of the sheep, the cows, and the pigs. Most of the animals belonged to the Duke, but some of them were Roan's father. His animals were a sign that his level of prosperity was greater than that of the average serf. His father was even hoping he could amass enough wealth to buy his freedom and become a bailiff.
Roan spent the rest of the day doing his chores, it was early evening when he came back to the house. His father was busy making dinner so he came in and lay down in the straw that served as his bed. He looked up at his father and noted, as he had before, that his father was handsome. Although thirty-six was considered upper middle-aged in the fourteenth century, Hugh was still youthful looking. His body was strong from hard work and he moved with a grace that was attractive. Roan found himself admiring his father as he watched him moving around by the hearth.
The dinner was decent and filling. They ate in silence, but every time Roan looked up from his bowl he was aware of his father staring at him. After finishing dinner Hugh arose, looked at Roan, smiled and said, "it's time to wash, son" Washing meant going to the small stream and splashing around in it until the day's dirt was released. This was not the usual thing for folks in the fourteeneth century, but Hugh was addicted to cleanliness. This could only be done in the spring, summer and early fall, but Hugh never let a chance slip by when it was possible. In the winter he filled a tub and put it in the center of the one room hut.
Roan went to the stream, undressed, washed and came back, ready for bed. He crawled onto the straw mat, pulled up the thin cover, and turned toward the wall. He heard his father come in from the stream and knew he would soon be snoring on the other side of the room. He waited and listened and then he suddenly realized his father had lay down on the straw behind him. His body stiffened as he felt his father's breath on the back of his neck.
"Roan, when William took you I realized he was going to do what I have always wanted to do, but didn't know how."
"Father, what are you saying?"
"I have wanted you in the same way that William did.
"Why have you waited until now, I have wanted to give myself to you for so long."
"I did not think you would. I did not think it was right."
"Do you want to, father?"
"Yes, Roan, I do."
"Then it is right."
Roan pushed back against his father and felt his dick push against his asscrack. He was positioned just right. He felt his father push against him and then reach around to pull him closer. Hugh kissed his son's neck and began nibbling him as his hand moved down to grasp his dick. Hugh moaned into Roan's ear and then started chewing on his earlobe. His big dick, which was laying along the crevice of his son's asscheeks, was being pressed harder and harder into the hairy valley. Roan moaned as his father stroked his dick and used his finger to rub the precum all around the crown. Then Roan broke loose, turned over so that he was facing his father and he put his lips to his father's, pushing his tongue into his mouth. His father's tongue joined his and the two tongues began thrashing around in the hot cavern of his mouth.
Roan felt his father's hands cupping his ass and caressing him. He also felt him push his finger into the crack and up against his manhole. His father pulled away from the kiss, slipped his finger into his mouth to wet it and then pushed it back against his shithole. This time the finger popped in and moved up into Roan's tight passage. All the time the two were grinding their bodies together so that their dicks were rubbing against each other. Again, Roan broke loose and looked at his father.
"Father, I want you to fuck me."
Hugh said nothing. He rolled over on top of Roan and took his head into his hand and looked at him. He smiled at his handsome son and kissed him gently. Then he lifted himself up and eased his body down so that he was between Roan's legs. He lifted them, pushing his knees back against his chest and looked at his puckered hole. Bending over, he put his tongue against his son's hole and began licking him in his most private part. He stuck his tongue into the hole and wet it, allowing his saliva to flow into the hole so that it would be prepared for his massive member. Hugh raised up, spit in his hand and lubricated his cock. He put his ten inch dick against his son's tiny hole and began easing it in. Roan had been fucked many times before, but he had never had a dick this big. He grimaced as the huge rod invaded his tight asshole and he watched his father's face as he pushed his big dick into him. Roan ran his hand across his father's chest, feeling the black hairs that covered him. He let his hand move down across the flat, muscled stomach as the dick kept reaching deeper and deeper. He realized that this was the dick that he had come from and he moaned.
"Oh God, father, yes, oh yes!"
"I'm in you, Roan, I'm in your beautiful ass."
Hugh's dick was firmly encased in Roan's narrow passage. He cried out as Roan used his talented ass muscles to grasp his large rod. That was his signal to begin fucking his son. He pulled his dick out and then pushed it back in reaching up and up into his son's inner being. Each stroke flowed behind the previous one as he achieved a rhythm of screwing that caused his pubes to slap against his son's rounded ass. Roan lifted his ass to receive stroke after stroke from his father's huge cock. His father was laying on him, holding him tightly with his big dick joining them together. Each thrust pushed his prostate causing Roan to let out little cries of pleasure. After awhile his father rose up, spread Roan's legs apart and looked down at his dick as it moved in and out of his teenaged body. His thick dick had enlarged the hole so that it looked like the man-pussy that it was. Roan reached up, grabbed his ankles, and pulled them far apart so that his father would have greater access to the depths of his being. Hugh was slamming against him with a force that caused a slapping sound to echo in the little hut. It was mingled with the moans, cries and sighs of a father and son who were giving each other the ultimate pleasure. It went on and on with out let up. Hugh pushed in against Roan's prostate and attacked it deliberately. Roan felt his dick hardened even more and then it erupted sending gobs of cum into his chest and onto his stomach. Hugh did not stop. He plowed his son's very tight ass for what seemed like hours. It was prolonged because every time he felt he was going to cum he stopped, waited until it subsided and then started again.
Finally, Hugh could take it no longer. He threw back his head, pushed his cock in deep, pulled it out one last time and then pushed it back as it began spewing forth the white lava that had been built up for just this time. Wave after wave of jism hit the walls of Roan's ass as his father emptied himself in him.
"Oh God, father, no one has ever...."
"Son, I love you. I love you. Oh God."
Hugh held his son tightly in his arms and kissed him repeatedly. He realized his love for his son was much greater than he had ever thought. He also realized that it was a love that they must keep to themselves.
Father and son fell asleep that night in the aura of their new-found love for each other. In the morning Hugh gave himself to his son as his son had done for him the night before. He felt Roan's dick deep inside him plowing him relentlessly. Roan did just as his father had done: everytime he felt himself about to cum, he stopped, waited and started again. This way he prolonged the act of love until both men were taken to a level which was beyond anything they had ever known before.
Roan was overwhelmed with the feelings that were coursing through his teenaged body. He knew that this love for his father was something that would be an anchor in his life, but he also knew that he would continue to share his body with other men. He felt that this was his destiny, he had to go on to fulfill it in the only way he knew.