From: jlhfla2@aol.com (JLH Fla 2) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
This story contains graphic depictions of sex between two adult males. If that doesn't float your boat, don't read it. For the rest of you who like a good story...enjoy!
The Iron Baron
As an historian and college professor, I enjoy living in England. Old documents are always turning up in libraries and old monasteries. I am never at a loss for historical studies to publish, but it was as a cocksman that I was fascinated by an old diary I found in an alcove in a castle in Nottingham.
The diary spoke of sexual exploits, so I didn't announce its discovery to the college...I took it home for my own pleasure. I translated its Old English, and I found a marvelous account of cocksucking in the 11th Century. Here it is, verbatim:
I entered the Baron's service as a youth, a stripling of 18. My family was wondrous poor, such that I indentured myself to His Grace to take a mouth from my father's table.
I remember my presentation to the Baron as if it were yesterday. As I walked down the hall to his audience chamber, maids and servants troubled me when I saw them making the sign of the cross as I passed by. "What, do I go to some fearful fate?" I asked, but they scampered away and would not answer.
I entered the audience chamber, and there sat His Grace Robert deBretonne, Baron of Traloney. I had seen him only from a distance before, always astride his horse. Men called him "the Iron Baron." Now, a stone's through away, I saw he was a mighty man, indeed. I knelt before him.
For a long moment he looked at me, then he bade me stand. He looked me up and down, and, shameless, I also looked back at him. What a huge man he was. He stood at least 18 hands high, and he looked as heavy as a bull.
In spite of the armor he wore, I could tell that underneath them (indeed, the lust already had begun as I imagined him without clothes) he was not fat, but rather hard with muscle. No wonder they called him the Iron Baron.
When he spoke, his voice was deep and rasping. "I shall make thee, young varlet, my body-servant. What doust thou think of that?"
I dropped to the ground again. "I am grateful, Your Grace."
"Thou shalt attend me this very night," he went on, "upon my return from Edward's castle." He stood up and left the room, dismissing me. I hurried from the hall. Outside, a few maids and butlers gathered around me.
"What am I to do when he calleth for me?" I asked them. "I have never been a body-servant before." They looked at each other with grim faces.
"What he will require of thee will be easy to perform, perhaps difficult to accept," said a butler. "Nonetheless, relax thee, young man. Now thy fate is as plain and as sure as the baron's dick."
I was astonished by such bold language, especially in front of ladies, but none of them seemed offended or even surprised by it. "Thou shalt learn why they call him the Iron Baron. We have all felt of his iron," he added cryptically.
That made me fearful. Did he beat his servants with an iron rod, as I had heard some overlords did? None of the servants would answer me, however, and gradually they left me, moving back to their duties.
Worried, I wandered around the castle a bit, ending up in an empty room in the outer wall. "The baron's dick, the baron's dick." I could not get those words out of my mind. I felt my pike growing in my breeches as I thought of what a sword milord must carry. I looked out over the courtyard.
I saw a baron's man, one of his knights, pissing against a wall near the stables. I craned my head to watch. I loved to see a man's weapon, and this man had a good one.
I had never told anyone what a thrill it was for me to see a man's cock. Whenever I worked in the fields with the men of the village, and one of them stepped away to piss, I tried to go with him, saying I needed to piss as well.
I casually glanced at his John Thomas when he took it from his breeches. Looking at a man's member made me feel strange.
I never missed the opportunity to swim naked in the river when the village men went there. I loved the deliciously wicked feeling of warmth I got in my crotch when I saw a mans big dick swinging between his legs and his balls moving ponderously as he strode around nude.
Overcome with the lust, I rubbed my hot crotch for a few moments as I watched the pissing knight vent his yellow stream upon the wall. I pulled down my breeches and took out my swollen cock.
Is there a delight so exquisite as such play? I watched in awe as my soft, wriggling worm lifted his head in challenge, swelling his chest and blushing in warrior's excitement. As I pulled my hand back over his helmet, he sent great waves of delight to my aching groin, and I stroked him fondly.
"Yeah, John Thomas," I whispered to him, for such I heard the male member called by some rude boys in the marketplace, "you are my one true friend who never betrays."
I thought of the baron's dick, the one the servants had spoken so grimly of. What manner of man was he?
In my fantasy, propelled by my rapidly growing frenzy, I dreamed of him pulling down his breeches before me, parading back and forth, the owner of a titanic cock so long it dragged upon the floor.
My mouth watered, almost as if it wanted to suck such a thing. I gasped. Could I do something so rude?
In answer, John Thomas grew even greater, and he sent jolting jabs of ecstasy through my body, overcoming me with waves of bliss. I lifted my head in joy, leaning back against the wall, and John Thomas spoke in great spurts of white, sticky jizzum. Puddles of slimy degradation lay all about me on the floor, slowly sucking up the dust. I moved quickly out of the room. Let someone else explain how those puddles came to be there!
Outside, a page came running. "Young man, young man," he called, "the baron doth seek thee!" I hurried with him to the baron's bed chamber. The page did not enter with me, but stood looking at me strangely as I announced myself and opened the door upon the baron's call.
He stood there, still in the ornate armor he wore at the time of my presentation. "Thy first duty, my strong young knave," he said, "is to remove me from my armor."
I hurried to him, reaching clumsily to unfasten the gold-inlaid plates, not knowing what to do. "It is not difficult, fair youth," he growled. "I shall help thee this once, and thou shalt do it alone henceforth."
He showed me where the straps connected, and I loosened them, removing his shoulder plates. Unfastening more straps, I opened the body armor, and it came off him in two pieces.
I was so awed, I caught my breath. He heard that and looked at me with a strange smile. "Art thou pleased with what thou see?" he asked.
"Yes, Milord," I answered. "Never have I seen such a powerful man as thee." The armor was in the outline of a massive man's chest and belly. I had thought it was only decorative, but when it dropped away from the baron, I saw it was in his perfect likeness.
He wore a linen shirt under the armor, but his muscles were plain to see. My cock twitched.
He held out his arms for me to remove the metal guards, and as I did, he flexed his muscles for me. Huge slabs of sinew rippled under his skin. Touching him made me a little dizzy.
The baron looked at me sternly. "What, ho, varlet? Dost thou grow sporting with me, thy liege lord?"
I was stunned. What had I done? I followed his glance, and I saw he was staring at my crotch. Looking down, I saw that I had a great bone in my breeches, a bulge that reached out as if I concealed a capon in there. I immediately blushed with shame.
I saw him smile. "Young man, I take that as a compliment from thy youthful body to my old, decrepit one."
I blurted out, "Oh no, Milord, thou art anything but decrepit! Never have I seen such a great man as thou art!" I blushed again for my impudence.
He looked at me levelly. "Then continue to strip me, young man," he said, "and tell me what thou think when thou hast removed my codpiece."
His codpiece! All knights wore exaggerated metal canisters over their dicks. It made them look more virile, more powerful, more manly.
Whenever we saw them riding by, I had admired such big male members, but I knew that what lay within was never as large as its container. I was eager to take off the baron's codpiece, nonetheless.
I hurriedly stripped from him the other pieces of his armor, and I unhooked it. God in heaven, his huge was only a cramped quarter for his stallion's weapon.
Only on ponies had I ever seen such a cock! Gorblimey, it was every bit of 2 hands long, and as round as a wagonpole!
It stuck out, hard as iron and dangerous like a great catapult between his legs. It was all filigreed with red, and pink, and royal purple veins, knotted and gnarled like an ancient oak branch.
He looked at me for a long time. "Now suck it!" he commanded.
I looked up in dismay. "Milord, please, I have never done such an evil thing," I said quietly.
"Wouldst thou call jacking thyself off in my tower room this afternoon evil, too?" he demanded.
What? He knew? Seeing my astonishment, he said, "Beware what thou doest in this castle, young knave. Secret passages and hidden windows make private activities very public. Dost thou not wish to suck this great cock? Answer me!"
Remembering my fantasy of earlier in the day and how my mouth had watered for his cock, I made up my mind. As answer, I opened my lips and took that huge, fat, noble organ into my mouth! I could feel it swelling up on my tongue.
My first cocksucking! The dark-purple cockhead throbbed in my mouth. The blavk hole dribbled a thread of sex-liquor.
I fell in love with it. I sucked it worshipfully, feeling feverish and hot.
The baron was in high spirits. He rammed his hips at my mouth, and I, almost choked. I relaxed my throat, fighting the urge to retch, and I swallowed that big pole until I felt his noble cockhairs, which smelled of sweat and that heady odor of sperm, scratching at my nose.
He grunted something to me, something in a pleased tone, and he ran his hands through my hair. I glanced up at the baron's face.
His eyes were closed in either agony, or ecstasy. My head see- sawed back and forth on his big pipe, and his ass cheeks hunched up with his approaching orgasm. I licked my tongue around his cockhead, tasting the sour taste of his piss and pre-cum.
The baron groaned aloud as I worked him over. Again I sucked his cock in deep, swallowing it down my throat.
I frigged it, too, raising up one of my hands and grasping that mighty truncheon. He moaned happily, as I pushed him over the edge.
"Aaaaannngh!" he hissed. I swallowed fast as great gobs of his royal sperm came shooting out. It did not taste bad, I thought.
I sucked for more. He gasped and panted and trembled. With my tongue rasping under his cockhead, on that magic spot, I drove him crazy and made his orgasm last for several minutes.
The baron finally pulled out and back away, sweating, exhausted. "Naughty boy," he said, "who hath taught thee to do that"?
"No one, Milord, thou art the first."
"Zounds, my man, thou hast the most talented mouth I have ever fucked," he panted. "Here, come massage my dick as I enjoy the sweet afterglow of thy suckings." He dropped back onto his great canopied bed.
I crawled up beside him, handling his smoldering cock, placing occasional kisses upon it, playfully nipping it betimes. "Oh, God," the baron gasped, "thou art more than I can withstand! Help me off with these underclothes!"
I helped him strip off his undershirt (the little slip his cock had been slung in had been kicked off long ago). He was totally naked, not a fit sight for gentle people...nakedness is the root of all evil because the root of all evil grows hard and long at the sight of nakedness (thank God).
I was intoxicated by the sight of his mighty chest, his immense muscles, the rippled washboard of his belly. My root of All-Evil grew hard as a stake. He noticed.
"Do thou strip likewise," he commanded, and he helped me pull off all my clothes. Soon we looked at each other as bare as on our borning- days.
"A truly nice cock thou hast," he murmured. "Let me suck from that."
To my astonishment, His Grace bent his head down and sucked at my cock, which was as hard as steel. I was so overcome with lust I blasted immediately, filling his mouth with my peasant's spunk.
He drank it in, then pulled away. "Cheeky youth thou art," he laughed, strings of my semen dribbling from his lips. "Now I shall take my pay."
He turned me over on my hands and knees. He reached for some vessel beside the bed, scooped up a handful from it, and slapped it against my ass. He had smeared me with grease of some sort.
He moved behind me, and he mounted me like a stallion. I felt his giant organ pushing up at my tender asshole, and in my aroused state, I wriggled my bum to help him drill it in.
I could hear him panting behind me, and in his passion he sucked at my ear, sticking his tongue into it, nibbling at my earlobe. Nothing had ever made me so hot and carnal as that feeling, and when with a grunt he punched past my tight asshole, the pain, which was excruciating, which made me cry out, was somehow lessened by the great thirsting need I had to be fucked by this giant of a man.
With lunge after lunge, he buried his blunt weapon in my gut. The more he rocked back and forth, the more slimy his cock became, and my pain grew less and less. Finally the pain was superseded by panting lust.
A great wave of warmth and sexual arousal swept over me, starting at my asshole, driven by the strokes of my liege lord, the horny warrior. Oh, God, that felt so good!
Finally I heard him starting his agony. "Ohhhhhh," he moaned, and I actually felt the fires of his ejaculation spreading out from his bollocks. His groin felt like an oven, a blacksmith's fire.
In a fever of delight, I felt his poker pumping round after round of searing hot semen into my ass. It boiled into my guts, keeping me afire.
He held his cock in me, lying against me, trembling, enjoying every instant of his orgasm. I squeezed my ass-cheeks on his cock, prolonging his ecstasy.
"Ah, sweet youth, thou art everything I need," he panted. He fell back off me onto the bed, sweating and gasping. "Thou shalt sleep with me every night," he said. "Come here, let me kiss thee." I kissed him full on the mouth, tasting some of my own jizzum, feeling his tongue exploring my mouth.
I stayed with he baron for many years, eating and drinking at his table, eating and drinking between his legs. When he was slain at the Battle of Hastings, I wept sore for him for many months.
Ultimately I retired to this monastery. No one could ever replace the Iron Baron.
When I finished reading that horny diary, my cock was so hard I knew I had to cum or go crazy. I pulled my hard dick out and pressed the intercom button for my secretary. He knows me very well.
Soon we were 69ing on the floor. For a long time we gently sucked one another's rock-hard shafts. Our bodies floated and our minds spun. Tongues lapped at swelling cockheads, piss-slits pressed against cheeks and throats.
In the same rhythm, mouths slid up and down on slick, ever-hotter pipes. I was in heaven.
Soon I saw the lust-glaze cover his eyes, his drool slavering down over my dick, and I knew he was past the point of no return. I, too, couldn't stop.
He hunched against me for a few moments, and after one big lunge that slid me back so my head banged against the wall, he let out a long, aroused groan, and he spit his cum deep in my throat.
At precisely that moment, my cock jettisoned a marvelous load of Old English spunk, giving him back as good as he gave. God, it was wonderful!
Isn't it great what ancient literature can inspire?
There are conditions of the nerve ending, that your imagination, however fevered,could not hope to evoke.
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