This it the tenth, and last, in a series about Roan and the Knights of the Rod. These stories contain sex between teenagers, men and teenagers and incest. In order to follow the development of the story the previous parts need to be read.
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Roan stood by the aperture looking out across the meadow. It was a bright sunny day and he could see peasants, far off in the distance, plowing in the fields. He could see the river, flowing leisurely through the flat acreage, then disappearing into the woods. It was a peaceful site and it affected him with a desire to be a part of it.
As he was standing watching this tranquil scene, he felt an arm encircle him and a body press in behind him and then, hot breath on his neck.
"You're even beautiful from behind." Caxton whispered in his ear.
"You're just looking at my derriere, you lust filled man." Roan pressed back against Caxton and felt his big dick press into his asscrack.
"That too, but you're beautiful, Roan. I love you so much." Caxton squeezed harder and reached around to rub Roan's cock.
They were both naked, having awakened as the morning light filtered into the room.
"I love you, also, Caxton. I'm so glad you're in my life. Just hold me, Caxton, hold me." The two men stood silently, their bodies pressed together, enjoying each other's presence.
"Let's go down to the stream, Roan, you know that spot in the woods where we go sometime."
"Let's go!" The two young men hastily dressed and left the castle. They walked arm in arm down to the meandering stream, following it's course as it wound through the fields and into the woods. They knew its path because they had followed it so often. There were scores of birds flying around and the woods were alive with the little animals that made it their home. They were walking, like the lovers they were, hand in hand, talking quietly about the things that interested them. Every so often they would stop to make a point with each other or to look at something they found unique and then walk on. Roan pulled Caxton off the path and into the woods. The trees were unevenly spaced, growing quite close to each other, and the sunlight was diffused through the woods. Some spots were brightly lit and others were rather dark, creating a contrast that was eerie in its effect. Suddenly Roan stopped, put one finger to his lips and pointed with the other. Caxton turned in the direction of the finger and listened. He nodded when he heard what Roan was listening to - there were people in the woods. They heard talking and laughing, in the direction of the stream. They were almost at a point where the stream, because it bent in its course, was at a right angle to where they left it. Walking along quietly they moved toward the talking noise, creeping from tree to tree. Soon they were able to see the stream and looking a little further down its path, they saw two figures. Their eyes widened as they saw two young men, naked and playing in the water. It was not their nakedness that surprised them, it was the fact that these two looked exactly alike - identical twins. Roan smiled at Caxton and then pulled him out into the clearing near the teenagers. The two looked up at the knights in surprise and then smiled. Roan noted they were tall with slender sinewy bodies. They had lustrous brown hair which was appropriately short. Their bodies, wet from the stream, were covered with matted brown hair and they flashed smiles that indicated a innate friendliness and ease with strangers.
"We know you," they said, looking at Roan. "You're the one they call the 'handsome'." They both smiled. Roan grinned and blushed.
"Yes, I am Roan and this is my special friend, Caxton." Caxton smiled at them and felt his cock stir in his breeches.
"We hope you don't mind us being here. We are with a circus caravan and we're passing through this domain. Our troupe is further down the stream, we came here to be alone." Roan noted that one seemed to do the talking, while the other nodded.
"What's your name?" Caxton walked toward them holding out his hand.
"I'm Tadford and this is my brother, Ranulf. We're acrobats."
"Glad to meet you." The boys had come up out of the water to shake hands. Roan noted that their dicks, which had been in repose in the water, were beginning to rise as they approached them. He smiled and looked at Caxton, who had noticed the same thing.
"You brothers come here just to swim?" Roan smiled a knowing smile.
"No, a little more than swim, Roan." The duo giggled as they put their hands over their almost hard cocks.
"We came for the same reason." Caxton looked at them and grinned when they removed their hands. He walked toward one of them and ran his hand across his chest. He maneuvered a nipple between his fingers and twisted it, eliciting a groan from the youth. At the same time Roan reached for the other lad, pulled him close and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
The four walked away from the river bank and into the soft grass that lay along the outer woods. Roan and Caxton undressed and then turned toward the two.
"How old are you two?" Caxton looked from one to the other, unsure of their names.
"We're sixteen, sir."
"Please, Roan and Caxton, we're not much older than you."
"Are you lovers?" Roan was excited about these two identical twins loving each other sexually.
"Yes, we are, but we share our bodies with others, also." Tadford was speaking, as he generally did and he giggled when he said it. Their cocks, framed by a bush of silky brown hair, were standing straight up against their stomachs, long and hard. Roan, who was nine inches, quickly surmised that theirs were a little shorter, probably eight. He had already noted their firm rounded buns, sitting high and inviting exploration. His dick was sticking straight out and dripping profusely. He was glad he and Caxton hadn't done anything that morning, he was hot for this encounter with the handsome twins.
Caxton stepped forward and took Ranulf in his arms, kissing him with his tongue deep in his mouth. Ranulf's arms encircled him and held him tightly, his sinewy body pressing into Caxton. At the same time Roan was standing behind Tadford, his arms locked around him and his dick pressing into his asscrack. He was hungry for this handsome youth, with his finely honed body. He watched as Caxton pulled Ranulf down onto the grass, letting him lay on top of him. Caxton's hands moved down to Ranulf's shapely buns and began to caress them. He pulled the cheeks apart and stuck his wet finger into the hairy valley, placing it on the little hole. He pushed and Ranulf groaned as the finger slipped into his body and began its ascent.
Roan had bent Tadford over at the waist and was kneeling behind him, one hand on each globe-like asscheek. He spread them and then stuck his tongue into the crevice. He found the puckered hole and licked it, moving his tongue in quick little laps back and forth across the hole. As if to get more, Tadford reached back and tried to spread his cheeks even further apart. Roan pushed his face deeper into the crack and pressed his tongue further into the slimy hole. His tongue entered the youth's body and he cried out in pleasure.
Caxton had rolled over and was now on top of Ranulf. They were pressing their dicks together, grinding slowly against each other as their hands continuted to explore. Their tongues were intertwined in Ranulf's mouth, sucking and salivating together. Slowly Caxton raised up and looked down at the handsome youth. He smiled at him and ran his hand through his hair.
"You are handsome, Ranulf. I want to fuck you."
"Do as you will, Caxton, I want to feel you in me." Caxton got up and retrieved the leather pouch that he and Roan brought. He found the vial of grease and returned to Ranulf. He lifted his legs and looked at the little hole that he wanted to enter and then decided that more preparation was needed. He bent over and put his tongue to the secret place, causing Ranulf to shudder in delight. His tongue pushed in deep and fluttered in the dark recesses of the boy's body. He pulled out and lapped around the little hole, further igniting the fires of lust that were already burning brightly. Ranulf lifted his ass and moaned. He looked over at his brother and saw him receiving the same attention from Roan, only their positions were different.
Roan gently pushed Tadford down on his stomach on the soft grass. He spread the cheeks and looked back in at the place he had just vacated. The little hole beckoned him. He got the pouch that Caxton had retrieved, lubricated his dick and the boy's anal passage and then got in place. He pushed his cock in and felt the little hole grasp it, hungry for it to fill him to capacity. He kept pushing, intoxicated by the feel of the tight passage with its heat and slickness. His dick felt at home even though he had never been in this youth before. Each inch took him further into the realms of sensual bliss as he reached for the innermost recesses of the boy's body. His body, following his cock, kept moving closer to the boy's back. He finally lay down on him, signalling that he was completely encased in his willing ass. Tadford sighed as the cock filled him with its length and hardness. He raised up slightly to get more of it and felt Roan's pubes against his asscheeks.
Caxton got the pouch and lubricated himself and Ranulf, who was lying on his back, his knees against his chest, ready for the huge invader. He felt the dickhead against his smelly hole and then gasped as it popped into his body. His sphincter muscles closed around the thick shaft, surrendering to each inch that pushed in. The massive cock entered him slowly, moving up into him and snaking its way to the utmost limits of his youthful being. Ranulf's arms encircled Caxton and his legs arched around him, his feet locked in the small of his back. He used his feet to pull Caxton into him, hungrily devouring the big dick with his greedy ass.
Roan and Caxton, although they didn't plan it, fucked in rhythm with each other. Both Ranulf and Tadford received the big dicks in tandem. Although their positions were different the movements were the same - in and out, up and down, push and pull. Roan, laying on Tadford's back rose and fell with the in and out movement of his cock. He felt the teen's muscle squeeze his dick and moaned at the precocious ass power that had him. He doubled his pace and began slamming into the youth as his dick sought release. Caxton, laying in Ranulf's arms was slamming already, his dick reaching deep and coming out far. Ranulf was rising and falling with him, trying to hold him as he pulled out. Prostates were being assaulted and cocks were being squeezed as each sought to give the other the best they had to offer. If the trees could see they would have been enflamed with the sight before them - the handsome twins being fucked by two knights who had long experience in giving their best to those they loved. Roan and Caxton's bodies flowed sensuously as their dicks kept plowing into the tight hot asses that were beneath them.
Both Roan and Caxton were fucking hard and deep, their dicks sliding in and out of the sweet asses in an unhindered movement. They felt their impending orgasms at the same time and released in unison, their cries echoing in the woods as their dicks spewed forth their hot jism. Their bodies shuddered in the power of their orgasms, continuing to emit wave after wave of juice. Then they looked at each other and smiled, glad they had come for a walk, certain that this encounter was not finished.
As if on cue, they changed places with the teenagers. Roan lay on his back, his legs pulled back and received Tadford's hard dick. Caxton go in the same position and let Ranulf plow into him. They had moved close together so that they were lying side by side. Each time the knights looked up they were looking into the same faces, but different bodies. The twins were plowing into them with their long dicks, filling them with the intenseness of their teenage passion. Tadford was lying on Roan, engulfed in his arms, his body pushing into his. The huge cock kept slamming into Roan, brushing his prostate, causing shivers of erotic sensations throughout his body. Ranulf had raised up on Caxton to watch his hard cock flowing in and out of the knight's body. It was a fascinating sight to see the little hole, now big with the thick rod, stretched wide open to receive him. He smiled at Caxton, pushed his legs further apart and continued to push from his hips, his back arched to give him more power. Tadford had stretched out on Roan, his legs straight out, held up on his toes, power fucking the handsome knight. Both twins were oblivious to anything around them as they pushed their big dicks into the willing knights. On and on it went, their teenaged passion impelling them beyond the limits of endurance to new heights of pleasure. Both Roan and Caxton were moaning as their love buttons were being continually pressed by the steel-like rods that filled them so completely. Their bodies flowed in rhythm with the bodies above them, pushing and pulling in time with the big dicks that had set the pace.
The twins threw their heads back, howled to the wind and came deep inside the knights. Their teenaged dicks kept erupting in spurt after spurt of semen. As if to signal the power of youth, their dicks erupted six times in quick succession, filling the knights, as their jism bounced off the inner walls of their asses and ooze out onto the ground.
Roan and Caxton looked at each other and grinned knowingly. The twins had eased off and were lying in the grass, overwhelmed with the intensity of their orgasm. Roan reached for Caxton and rolled over on top of him, kissing him deeply and grinding into him. His desire was still strong, even though he had come in the twin. Roan raised up and Caxton lifted his legs, pulling them back and exposing the stretched open hole to his lover. Roan leaned over him and looked into his eyes, throwing him a kiss while Caxton reached down between their bodies, grabbing the hard cock and placing it on his open hole. Roan pushed forward and in one thrust was deep inside the man he loved so passionately.
Caxton sighed as the big dick plunged into him and then heard a similar sound to his right. He looked and saw Ranulf push his teenaged dick into his brother's hot ass. It was as if he was fucking himself - one twin in the other. Ranulf was laying on his brother looking into the eyes that were exactly like his. He lowered his head and began kissing his brother, using his tongue as he used his dick. Tadford reached up, ran his hand through his brother's hair and held him tightly. His brother's big dick slammed into him and his shapely ass raised up to receive it. Roan was also plowing into Caxton, while looking at the awesome sight of the twins fucking. It was a fascinating sight and they were mesmerized by it. He was in sync with Ranulf's dick as he humped into his brother. Their strokes matched as they pushed in and pulled out of the tight holes. The big cocks flowed all the way down into the hot passage and then came back to the edge before plunging down again. Bodies rose and fell and pushed against each other as they moved with the impelling power of the huge dicks. Although Caxton was holding Roan tightly and being pushed to an orgasmic edge by the massive dick that was in him, he was watching the twins as they enjoyed each other's bodies. It was a unique sight, identical twins, fucking furiously and moaning in the intensity of their coupling. It went on and on, minutes melting into each other as the men made love in the grass by the stream. Roan and Ranulf plowed unrelentingly, giving themselves to their lovers as they ascended a mountain peak of pleasure. When they came, it was loud and noisy, and satisfying. For Roan and Caxton, watching the twins giving themselves to each other had been an awesome experience. It was the perfect compliment to their own fantastic bonding.
For a long time the four just lay on the grass, playing with each other and enjoying their time together. Then suddenly they heard a cry off in the distance.
"That's our signal, we have to go." Tadford arose first, looked at Roan and grapsed him. "It was beautiful, perhaps we'll meet again."
"Yes, my handsome one, perhaps we will." Roan held him tightly in his arms and sighed.
"I'll always remember you, Ranulf." Caxton was hugging him, kissing him on the cheek.
"Yes, you have a place in my heart. Until we meet again, you are in my prayers." Ranulf kissed Caxton and then stepped away.
Roan and Caxton watched the twins as they ran down stream, picked up their clothes and disappeared into the woods. In no time they were gone, leaving the knights standing there naked, enjoying the afterglow of a very satisfactory encounter, but sad because of the separation. They dressed and walked back to their castle arm and arm, pledging their love to each other and hoping to meet the twins again.
The two bands of soldiers rushed at each other with a fury that seemed almost insane. Sword clashed with sword and men fell, mortally wounded. Men had their horses cut out from under them and then they were cut down by savage blows to the head or other vital parts of the body. Slicing swords caused decapitations, powerfully wield maces smashed heads and swinging axes resulted in terrible mutilations. No quarter was asked and none given as the battle raged between the opposing forces. Roan, leader of the Knights of the Rod, shouted, pleaded and prodded his men to victory. He used his sword skillfully and cut down many men, even as some of his men were being cut down by the rebel forces. He confronted Dunedin, leader of the rebel forces, thrust him through with his sword and then finished him off with a blow from his mace. As he turned to rally his men, he looked across the battlefield, saw a rebel run his sword through Caxton, pull it out and then stab him again at close quarters. Roan, screaming and insane with anger, ran at the rebel, catching him with a blow of his mace. He knocked him off his horse and was on him before he hit the ground. Roan pulled his dagger, thrust it into the man's chest, and kept thrusting it over and over again as he screamed out obscenities. He only stopped because his men pulled him off and took his dagger away. Then he ran to Caxton, cradled his dead body in his arms, swaying and moaning in grief.
The Knights of the Rod won that encounter, but, for Roan, it was a very costly victory - Caxton had been killed. It was a loss that was almost too great to bear. Roan brought Caxton's body back from the battlefield, buried him in the vault at Claxton and entered a period of grief that seemed to those around him as though it would never end. Roan had loved Caxton with a love that was intense and fulfilling. They delighted in each other's presence and in each other's body. Because of his grief, Roan, who was surrounded by many handsome and desirable men, entered a period of celibacy which confounded those who served him.
Roan was now lord of Claxton. It had been three years since he assumed control of the domain of John, Earl of Claxton. John had looked over his life and decided that the immense weight of his sins was too much to hope to atone for in his present life, so he took the vow and joined a monastery. Before he retired to the solitary life he got William to release Roan and allow him to come to Claxton. Roan was reluctant but William implored upon him to go and promised that he would provide the support and guidance he needed. He also agreed to release Caxton and any six other knights that he chose, to be the nucleus of a knightly band at Claxton. Roan chose Richard and Nicholas, Diego and Louis,and Edward and Timothy. William could afford to lose them because the Knights of the Rod had become such a formidable fighting machine. The size and capabilities of his armed force was second only to that of the king's. Bruce had trained them well, they distinguished themselves in every encounter.
At Claxton, Roan began putting together a similar band. He asked, and got permission, to use the same name and the same oath to band his men together. Already they were beginning to prove themselves as men of courage, love and unity. They were able, with the aid of the other men who joined them, to keep the surrounding countryside safe and free of brigands and other men of dishonor. They were also involved in various excursions on behalf of the king and it was in such an encounter that Caxton was killed and Roan left distraught.
No one, neither Richard or Diego or any of the knights who lived at Claxton seemed to be able to reach Roan in his grief. Although he participated in the life of the castle and continued to lead his men, Roan slept alone. He submerged himself in the day-to-day operations of the domain and left no time for the life of love he had enjoyed and encouraged others to enjoy.
In his supervision of the domain, Roan began familiarizing himself with the tenants on the farms and in the manors. He took to riding from one end of the domain to the other, exploring and meeting the farmers and the villagers, speaking to them and seeking to improve their lives. It was in this way that he met many of the inhabitants and got to know them personally. It also provided an outlet for him in his grief and sorrow over Caxton. It was during such times of exploration that he met a young man who stepped into his life and provided the healing that he needed.
Roan was riding down a back road on his way to a small village near the edge of his domain. As he came around a bend in the road he met a young man coming his way. The teenager, who had heard the horse coming, was standing on the far side of the road, looking up at Roan. He was carrying a bag over his shoulder and his face was partially hidden by a hood. Roan pulled his horse up, looked down at him and smiled.
"This is a lonely road to be traveling on, son." Roan was struck by his green eyes.
"No, sir, I'm not lonely, I travel this way many times."
"I see. What is your name, young man?"
"I am Branford, sir, son of Hulstan. I live across the field, there." He pointed behind him and pulled his hood off.
"Do you know who I am?" Roan got a look at his face. He was handsome, with closely cut blonde hair, long blonde eyebrows and those piercing green eyes. Roan had never seen such green eyes on anyone and he was fascinated by them. He guessed the youth to be about fifteen, although he was tall for his age. His loose fitting smock hid his body so Roan was unable to see any more of him.
"Yes, sir, you are Roan, the Lord of this domain. You are the one they call 'the handsome'." The young man grinned at Roan and Roan laughed.
"You are right about that. They could also call you, 'the handsome one.'" Roan felt drawn to this youth. He realized that his cock was stirring in his hose as he talked with him. He had not felt like this toward anyone since Caxton had died.
"Thank you, sir!" Branford blushed as he looked down at the ground.
"Would you like to ride with me, Branford?"
"Oh yes, sir, yes I would!"
Roan reached down and pulled Branford up, sitting him on the horse in front of him. He spurred the horse and they galloped off, riding in the direction that Branford had come from. As he expected, Roan's cock, now hard, began pushing into Branford's ass as the motion of the horse pushed Branford back against him. Roan reached around Branford and held him tightly. He let his head rest on Branford's shoulder and rode in silence. They rode like that for a long time, neither saying anything, just enjoying the feeling of closeness that they had discovered.
"Branford, do you like riding with me?" Roan's mouth was near Branford's ear, close enough to nibble it, which he wanted to do, but didn't.
"Yes, I like the feel of your body next to mine, sir."
"Branford, I would like to do something else, please?"
"Anything you wish, sir, anything." Roan sighed and stopped the horse. They dismounted, and Roan got undressed. Branford watched, fascinated as the handsome knight unveiled himself to him. Then he stood still and let Roan remove his clothes. Roan stepped back and looked at him. He was Roan's height, but not as muscular, although his body was well-developed. He was tanned from exposure to the sun and his chest was covered with blonde hair that contrasted to the tan color of his skin. Roan walked around and looked at him from behind. He smiled when he saw his rounded ass. Each cheek was like a half of a melon, shapely and jutting with a crevice between them from which protruded strands of long blonde hairs. He walked to him, pressed his body against his and pushed his hard dick into the crevice.
"Have you ever been with a man, Branford?"
"No sir, I haven't. I haven't been with anyone."
"I desire you, Branford."
"I am yours, sir, take me."
"Come, Branford, let's ride again."
They mounted again, Branford sitting in front of Roan, their naked bodies pressed together. Roan reached for Branford's hard dick and stroked it. He liked the feel of this teenager's cock, it was long, curved and dripping. He spurred the horse and they were off. This time Roan's big dick was pushed along the crack of Branford's ass by the galloping motion of the horse. Branford put one hand on each of Roan's legs and rocked back against him, letting himself be loved by this handsome knight. Roan rode a long time, his cock pushing along the crack and his hand stroking the young man's dick. He knew he was experiencing a special encounter, a healing encounter. He remembered his first time with William on a horse and his first time with Caxton and he cried softly. Branford, sensing the intensity of his emotions, leaned back against him and gave himself completely to Roan. Soon they came to a small stream and Roan dismounted, pulling Branford to the water. They splashed in like two little boys and threw water at each other. Roan laughed, smiled and played with Branford, enjoying him in a way he had not done with anyone since Caxton's death. Suddenly Roan stood still, looked at Branford and began crying. Branford encircled him in his arms and kissed him gently on his cheek. Roan put his head on the teenager's shoulder and sobbed almost convulsively, but Branford held him tightly, pressing his body into his and rubbing him gently on his back. Then Roan stopped, looked at Branford, bent down and picked him up, carrying him to the grass along the banks of the stream. He put him down on the grass and lay down on him. He began to kiss him, on his forehead, his face, his neck, his shoulders. He moved down to his chest and took each nipple in his mouth, twisting it and sucking it until it stood at attention. He licked his way down the boy's chest, stuck his tongue into his navel and moved on to his pubes. Roan sniffed in his pubic hairs, licked the base of his cock and let his tongue loll leisurely up the shaft. He noted it's thickness and length and savored its feel. His tongue caressed the vein and moved to the crown, licking voraciously as it went. The handsome knight looked down at the long cock and then took it in his mouth. Branford cried out at the feel of his cock in another's mouth and raised his body off the ground. The entire shaft disappeared into Roan's cavern and he began sucking it with deep mouth actions. He moved up and down the shaft as Branford raised and lowered his body, fucking into the hungry mouth. Roan's worked on the youth's cock for some time and then he stopped, moved to his balls, sucking each one and then cupping them in his hand. He was awed at the size of the balls and knew there was going to be a lot of jism connected with this orgasm. He went back to the shaft, sucking it in a rhythm with the boy's humping into his mouth. At the same time, he continued cupping the heavy balls, feeling their weight and squeezing them. He realized Branford was about to come because his body began shaking and his moans got louder and louder. He erupted with a powerful force that shot his jism deep into Roan's being. The white juice kept coming in wave after wave, shooting out in long streams that plunged down Roan's throat. Roan had never known anyone to have such a copious flow of semen. He marvelled as the youth kept giving forth.
"You are special, Branford,I want to know you completely."
"Take me, sir. No one had ever made me feel like this before."
"Please, call me Roan. Let me love you."
"Roan, I'm yours." Branford smiled at Roan as he pushed him down on the soft grass.
Roan lay on him again. He eased his way down his body, noted that he was still hard and lifted his legs. Almost instinctively, Branford pulled his knees back to his chest, exposing his virgin hole. Roan looked at it, smiled, then bent over and licked the hole. He began to run his tongue back and forth across the small opening in a fanning motion. The rapid movement of his tongue on the sensitive hole caused erotic shivers to flow through Branford's body. He lifted his ass in an effort to get more of the probing tongue and Roan tried to push in deeper to give him more. He stuck his tongue into the secret place and lapped in the hole, tasting the youth and driving him to new levels of passion. Roan had his hands on the back of Branford's thighs, pushing them down as he worked on his slimy hole with his tongue. He stopped, looked up at Branford and smiled.
"Let me love you, Branford, please let me love you." He sensed that he was aflame with desire for this teenager.
"Oh yes, oh God, please don't stop!" Branford moaned as he looked down at Roan. He couldn't believe this handsome man was doing these things to him. Roan raised up and lay on Branford, holding his head in his arms and kissing him. He felt as though he wanted to completely consume this young man who had broken the grief within him. He stuck his tongue into his mouth and twisted it together with Branford's, sucking on it and pushing it around in his mouth. Branford, his arms locked around Roan's neck, let his tongue become a match to ignite the fires of lust. He was, like Roan, burning with desire and ready for anything that was asked of him. Roan moved back to Branford's asshole and put his tongue back on it, this time saturating it with his saliva. Then he spit in his hand and lubricated his long cock. Bending over the youth, looking in his face and reaching for his cock, he began to push it into the wet hole. He knew his dick was going to hurt, but he also knew that it would bring Branford more pleasure than he had ever known before.
"It hurts, oh God, it hurts." Bradford cried out and Roan saw tears in his eyes.
"Relax, precious one, just relax. The pain will go away. Just push out as I push in." Roan continued to push into the tight little hole, easing inch after inch deep inside the virginal ass. He kept pushing until his pubes pushed against the melon shaped ass, signalling the complete entry of his large dick. He lay on Branford, still holding his head in his arms and kissed him deeply. Branford pushed his tongue into Roan's mouth and hugged him tightly. They lay there, unmoving, until Roan sensed that the pain had eased and Branford was ready.
"I'm ready, Roan, fuck me." He whispered into Roan's ear and then sucked on his earlobe. Roan was overwhelmed at the passion of this teenager and his willingness to please him. He pulled his cock out and then pushed it in, stretching the narrow channel to new limits. He started with slow deliberate thrusts that came back to the portal and then pushed in to the depths. He felt the heat and the tightness of the virginal passage and moaned as his rod flowed into the youth. His nine inch lance brushed the youth's prostate on its descent to his inner being.
"Oh yes, it feels good. Oh, oh, ah." Branford began a running series of moans, sighs and exclamations as the hard cock pushed into him and touched where none had ever touched him before. He wrapped his legs around Roan, raised his ass, and grasped him tightly, trying to get all that he could. Roan kept slamming into him, his dick pressing down the narrow channel and then pulling out in quick succession. Roan raised up, pushed Branford's legs apart, holding them in a v-pattern and watched as his massive prick kept flowing in and pulling out of the hot ass. He looked down at the point of union between he and the youth and watched fascinated as the little hole receive the thick cock. He pulled all the way out and saw the distended hole, gaping and waiting for the re-entry. He complied, pushing back in with one stroke and pulling back out again. He did it over and over, lost in the intensity of feelings that were coursing through his body. Then he went back to the rhythm of hard powerful humping, his long dick slamming into the tight hole over and over again. Roan had complete control and he exercised it as he pounded the youthful ass beneath him. The woods echoed with the moans and sighs of the two as the fucking went on and on. Time seemed suspended as the fleshly rod traveled down the hot tunnel, brushed the sensitive prostate and then pulled out again. Branford, who had never experienced such intense pleasure, began to whimper in response to the insistent pounding of his prostate. He was moaning, whimpering and thrashing on the ground, underneath Roan. Roan, who had been celibate for so long, was now on a sexual plateau that was awesome in its height. The humping went on and the two men were consumed by the power of the hard cock in the tight ass.
"Rooooooooooan! Roannnnnnnnnnnnn! Oh, God! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Branford's body shook as he yielded to the powerful feelings that signalled his orgasm.
"Branforddddddddddddddddd, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Roan's cock began spurting and it seemed like it was not going to ever stop discharging its hot white juice. The intensity of his orgasm caused him to throw back his head and cry out in esctasy.
When it was over he held Branford in his arms and kissed him repeatedly. He lay on the teenager and felt the heat from his body and the absolute yieldedness that characterized him. Roan's dick was still as hard as before and he longed to have the boy again, but he wanted his permission. As if he was reading his mind, Branford reached down between their bodies and grasped his cock, stroking it.
"Again, Roan, do it again." Branford snuggled up against Roan and sucked his earlobe.
"I want you so much, Branford, I need this so badly, please."
"I'm yours for this time, use me, Roan." Roan's eyes filled with tears as he looked at this prescient teenager. He knew that his love for this young man was healing the hurt he had felt for so long at the loss of Caxton.
Roan turned Branford over and entered him as he lay on his stomach. He plowed into him with the same incredible intensity, filling his hot ass with his powerful cock. After awhile he pulled them both over so that they were lying on their sides, Branford's leg being held in the air. The teenager turned his head so that Roan could kiss him, pushing his tongue into his mouth, matching the movement of his cock. Roan also stroked Branford's cock and in that way they both came together.
For a long time they lay in the grass, Roan holding Branford tightly against his body. Neither said anything, they didn't have to, they understood each other perfectly. Roan felt a release he hadn't felt since Caxton's death. He knew that the grief was broken and he was once again free to love and to be loved.
Roan took Branford home, met his father, gave him five gold sovereigns and promised to come back for him. He rode home alternately laughing and crying in the release that he had experienced with Branford. When he crossed the drawbridge of the castle, Richard came out to meet him and immediately recognized that something was different. Roan jumped down from his horse, grabbed his brother in his arms and kissed him passionately.
"I love you, Richard, I love you, my brother." Richard, at first, hesitant, just stood there, his arms at his side, incredulous. Then, as Roan's kisses began to affect him, he hugged him back and started crying. It was in this position that the other knights found the two brothers, standing in the courtyard, hugging each other and crying together.
The change at Claxton was immediate. The period of Roan's celibacy was over and joy returned as Roan went back to his old ways. He returned to Branford's house as he had promised and got him, bringing him back to the castle. Branford, handsome, innocent and loving, became the center of attraction, sought out by all and loved by many, but especially attached to Roan. He stayed at the castle, most of the time sharing Roan's bed, either with Roan alone or with others; and then there were times he shared other beds, but he never slept alone.
Roan, Earl of Caxton, son of Hugh, had many other adventures with the Knights of the Rod and they continued to distinguish themselves as great warriors and lovers. Perhaps, if there are those who are interested, those adventures may also be told and preserved for posterity.
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