Spoils of War #2 By Xavier L
This story contains a fictional sexual encounter between an adult male and a teenaged boy. If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality, or this subject matter turns you off, you probably shouldn't read this story.
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It had been a few days since Brian and I had initially met. The campaign felt like it dragged on forever. I had sunken into a dark mood over the last couple of days. Brian didn't know how to handle my mood and kept a safe distance most of the time, although at night we still shared the same bed, his naked body touching mine but too timid to get closer. I suppose that he probably wondered if my dark clouds were due to him or not. He was too young to know a warrior's life and our . . . situation too new to give him any silent guidance. My own guilt at hurting him only served to darken my mood more.
The next morning Brian brought my meal inside the pavilion. I was lost in thought and did not desire the company of my fellow soldiers. Brian placed my the morning meal before me playing the part of a good servant. I began to eat in silence. He sat next to me, staring down at the floor silently. "Brian," I commented, "you need to eat, boy."
Always earnest to please, he served himself some food but only picked at it. I went into myself again, trying to mentually prepare for what lay ahead. I did not notice Brian's look of sudden resolve, nor did I notice as he slid closer to me. What I did, indeed, notice was his hands sinking beneath the folds of my robes, slowly, cautiously, gliding up my hairy, muscular thighs until his hand found the treasure he sought. When I didn't stop him, he shifted and I felt his head glide past the underside of my outstretched arm and moments later his lips were sliding onto my rapidly responding member. His movements upon my rod were hesitant and cautious as well until I opened my robes fully, moved some pillows out of the way, and then lay back giving him better access to service my new hardness.
He was glorious, loving every portion of me that was buried within his hungry lips, his head moving up and down as he made love to my pole. He stopped, and when he did not continue I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was removing his clothing. I sat up and helped him out of his trousers. I then pulled him toward me and took his own hard member into my mouth, my hands running up and down his legs, massaging his rear and sticking a finger into the hole hidden within its heart. This brought a deep sigh and a shiver from Brian. I lovingly paid attention to his hardness until the sensation around my finger was just too much. I had to be inside him again.
I pulled him out of my mouth and guided him to lay down on his belly. I put some pillows beneath his hips, propping him up better. I slicked my rod and then positioned myself at the entrance to his hole. His hands reached backward, trying to guide me into him. With his encouragement, I entered him, slowly pushing myself deeper until at last I was buried deep within him. I resting my body on his more, kissing his back and his neck, and then his cheek as he turned his face toward me. I then slowly began to move back and forth, entering, partially withdrawing and then pushing deep again.
His smaller hands were gripping at the pillows in front of him in pleasure which pushed me onward more. His grip loosened on my member, and I began to make love to him with greater speed and earnest until sweat was forming on our bodies from the effort, moans escaping his lips with each thrust forward. I pushed deeper and deeper, trying to bury myself as much as possible, my chest now upright, my head thrown back in ecstasy, calloused hands resting on his silken hips as each pounding of our bodies meeting caused reactions throughout both of us.
All thoughts and concerns were left as Brian's body commanded my attention, pulling me into the oblivion of being inside him, my mind hypnotized by the silk beneath my hands, the tightness of his hole, the roaring sensations ripping through my body until finally I thrust one more time and then filled him with my seed, my body almost in spasms with each explosion. When I had finished emptying my seed, I rolled off of him onto the pillows next to him, nearly gasping for breath. He came over and began kissing me, climbing over my body until it was resting directly on mine, his hardness poking into my belly.
We kissed passionately, my hands roaming over his youthfulness. He began rubbing his hardness against my belly, and I guided him to move up until his groin was within reach of my mouth. He straddled my face as he inserted his pole into my mouth. I took him into me greedily, guiding his movements to pump in and out of my mouth. He was moaning louder, and it pushed me onward. I guided his hips down and up, driving him deep within my throat and back out. I wanted to swallow every part of him, my tongue trying to explore the invader while my lips wrapped tightly around its base. He became wild, pounding my face, no longer needing my guiding hands. I explored the firmness of his legs and thighs while he assaulted my mouth. He went rigid against me and I felt his juice unloading into my mouth. I swallowed it as if it was the nectar of life. It was his very essence, and I wanted as much of him as I could have.
We held each other until our members had regained their life, his hand rubbing up and down the shaft firmly. My hand sought him out as well. I readjust our position so that we each had each other's member in their mouth, his lighter body resting on mine as I lay on my back. The feeling was incredible to have his mouth going all over my rod while his sack rested upon my skin as he was firmly inside my mouth. We continued to worship each other with our mouths until each had released his seed.
We again lay together, wrapped in an embrace until the horn sounded to break camp and get ready for the day's march. I did not want to leave the world of his arms to return to that which awaited me. We kissed once more as we reluctantly untangled our bodies to begin our preparations. The rest of the day life seemed brighter. As we rode on that day we were caught by cold rain. As I looked down and saw Brian smiling up at me, I was as warm as if the sun had been shining directly upon me.