The Iron Crown

THE IRON CROWN by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2009 written on on May 28, 2002 translated by the author English text kindly revised by Randhir

USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE IRON CROWN" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.

Chapter 7 - THE THIRD YEAR - DERK AND KOSSUR

Three years had elapsed. Derk had been the last one to discover the seed's power, as he avoided for a long time any sexual adventure, in order to remain faithful to his Axel. He had been a guest of a noble man in an unknown land, where a servant of that aristocrat who spoke his language acted as his interpreter. The lord, recognising in the young man a knight, had offered him hospitality.

During the night the twenty-three years old son of the host, slipped into his bed and "convinced" him to have sex. It had been a fast thing, an explosion of libido... The host's young son fucked the young knight in the mouth with sadistic abandon and emptied himself in the knight's mouth. He then went away, without caring to satisfy Derk.

But Derk discovered that, quite suddenly, all the memories of the young son were available to him!! He understood. And, curiously, he felt grateful for that partial violence he had had to undergo. The day after he also discovered that he now could perfectly understand the language of his hosts but out of prudence, went on to use only his own language. He thanked them for their hospitality and took leave.

While he was leaving, he passed by that young man, the one who entered into his room the previous night, and heard him whisper, in a scornful tone, "Ha, the knight who likes to be fucked in his mouth!"

At that Derk, in the language of the young host, whispered him, "And what about you, who let all the soldiers of your father to screw your ass like madmen... and who loves it?" and smiled amused at the surprised and frightened expression of the young man.

All long those three years, Derk limited himself to suck, from time to time, men or boys, only to gather useful information and to be able to speak the language of the lands he was crossing. He had at time to fight but, thanks to the seed of his Axel, of Harti and Jens, even though he was now just twenty years old, he became really strong, valiant and wise. And then thanks to Altma and Kimon's seed, he also became shrewd and prudent...

He was crossing a fascinating land, where there lived strong men with a shaved face, besides thick droopy moustaches, their long hair tied in two tails at the sides of the head. That land was divided in several small kingdoms, often at war with each other, and when the soldiers were not engaged in a war, they were raging in the country. At times he had to face some drunken soldiers but the other, weighing his skill and force, quite often got off like a shot. Only a couple of times he had to kill his adversary do get rid of him. One of them had a horse which he took as booty along with the dead man's weapons which he now carried with him.

He camped near a small spring, tied the two horses, and lit a small fire to roast a hare he had caught during the day. He would later prepare a place to sleep and pass the night. The sun was slowly setting but it was still clear enough.

All of a sudden he heard sharp shrieks, like those of a woman, and several men's laughter.

The thin voice was shouting, "No, no, please, no! Please, I pray you... Nooo! Aaaaaaahhh! Noooo!" and Derk felt in it terror and pain.

He stood up and went towards the origin of that voice and of the voices of the men who were laughing and swearing. The screams were now heartrending.

And soon saw them - they were four half naked soldiers, aroused; two were holding a naked boy, one his left wrist and ankle united, and the other the right ones, so that the boy was kept vertical, totally blocked, helpless, and with his butt well spread. On the ground were lying the other two soldiers, their legs intertwined like scissors, one in front of the other, so that their erect members were pressed one against the other in vertical and were both embedded in the boy's anus. With their hands the two were holding the boy at the waist and making him spring up and down, impaling him without any pity, laughing at the desperate wriggling of their victim.

Derk saw red! He unsheathed his sword and, stepping forward, ordered, "Let him free, immediately!"

They became still and turned their heads to look at him.

One of the soldiers said, "What do you want? Go away! This boy belongs to us, we bought him, he is our thing and we can do with him anything we want!"

"But you are hurting him!"

"That's not your matter! We can even kill him, if we feel like, he is our thing!"

"He is not a thing, he is a human being, and he is suffering! Let him free immediately!" he ordered again and raised his sword.

One of the two who were keeping the boy still, let go og him and bent down to pick his sword, then hurled himself against the young knight. Derk moved slightly aside, made a lunge, and his blade pierced the heart of the soldier who fell on the ground, dying with an amazed expression in his eyes. The other three, meanwhile, had left the boy who, Derk noticed, had his ankles and wrists tied together, and rushed to seize their weapons.

Derk attacked the second soldier and cut off his head while he was still bending to pick his weapon. The other two, whirling their swords, attacked him at once from either side. But Derk was way more nimble than them, and avoided their attack without difficulty. Their blades clashed with strong clanging. The battle didn't last much - they were just soldiers and he was a knight. He killed them one after the other. Then, lowered his sword, he went near the boy who was lying on the ground, shaken by strong sobs. A rivulet of blood was dripping from the poor boy anus. Derk cut the ropes and took the boy in his arms.

The boy threw himself in those arms, circling his neck and sobbing said, "Don't hurt me you too, please! Don't hurt me..."

"No, no, my boy, no, don't worry. Nobody will hurt you any more..." he said hugging him tight.

He noticed that the face and the hair of the boy was dirty with almost dry seed. Along the legs of the boy the blood was dripping.

"Come to the spring, you need to wash..." he said with tenderness.

He picked up the boy and, caressing his thin naked body shaken with sobs, went to the sping where he immersed the boy in the water and started to gently wash him. He then brought the boy to his bivouac and put him on his mantle. Thanks to Arseno's seed, he was able to gather some healing herbs, and chewed them with some of the grease of his hare, then went again near the boy.

He said, "Turn around. You can possibly feel some pain, but this paste will stop your blood..."

The boy complied. When Derk saw the torn anus, felt a pang in his stomach. Very gently, he spread on it the healing paste he had just prepared.

"Now try to rest for a while, my boy. I'll be back soon, don't worry."

"Yes, sir..." the boy answered with a thin voice, looking at him with a sad and wounded expression.

Derk went back to the duel place and gathered the weapons, clothes, armours and sacks of the dead soldiers and took the entire load at his bivouac. There was no trace of the boy's clothes.

"I couldn't find your clothes, boy."

"I didn't have any, sir. They were always keeping me with them all naked, tied with a rope."

"All naked?"

"Yes..."

"What's your name, boy?"

"Kossur, sir."

"Were you their slave?"

"My mother sold me to them, two years ago, to use me for sex."

"Your mother sold you to them? For sex? How old were you, then?"

"I was twelve, sir. Soldiers often buy boys for sex. At my home there was not enough food for everybody."

"You were just twelve and... and were they always using you so?"

"No, today is the first time they tried it in two... they usually took me every day, but one at a time. At times, for a coin or a beer tankard they let other soldiers who didn't have enough money to buy a boy or a girl use me... but the girls are more expensive than the boys..."

"And you were kept for two years all naked, and at lash like a dog?"

"Yes, sir, that's... normal." the boy said with infinite sadness.

He was skinny, gaunt, and his big eyes seemed even bigger on his emaciated face.

"And now?" Derk asked, more to himself than to the boy.

"Now I belong to you, sir. I'm skilled in giving pleasure, do you know? But don't hurt me, please..."

"I see, you are now mine... No, don't worry, I will never hurt you."

"You are... really strong. You alone killed all four of them... Are you an aristocrat?"

"A knight."

"Where from?"

"From a very far away land."

"Will you take me with you, now?"

"Certainly." Derk said, caressing his wet hair, and moved them away from his face.

The boy didn't smile; he looked at him serious, but in his eyes was starting to appear a timid reliance.

After they had eaten, Derk, using some of the clothes of the dead soldier, improvised a kind of provisional dress for the boy. The night fell. Derk lay on his mantle, pulled against him the boy and covered both.

"Do you want me to make you enjoy, sir?" after a while the boy shyly asked.

"No, you have first to heal. Moreover, you don't have to have sex with me only because I desire it. You are once again a free man."

"A free man? I?"

"Of course. In my land no human being is bought or sold."

"But I... with you... I would be happy to make you enjoy. You are kind..."

"We will see. Let's sleep, now." Derk answered, caressing him with tender gentleness and hugging him.

The boy healed in three weeks. Derk sold part of the booty of the four dead soldiers keeping just a few things, and bought clothes for Kossur. The boy was getting more and more affectionate with the young knight.

After four weeks, in the evening, while they were lying waiting to fall asleep and Derk, as usual, was hugging him, the boy said, "Now I'm totally healed, knight Derk... If you want to take me... I would really be happy..."

"Would you really be happy?" the young man asked, caressing him - he was feeling attracted to that sweet boy, he felt he was beginning to love him.

It was not yet a love comparable with his love for Axel, it was different - this was a love of tenderness, of protection, even though clearly physical.

"You did so much for me, I would like to do something for you, but I have nothing else to offer you..."

"You are working for me, prepare the meals, keep my things clean... You could become my squire... I'll teach you to use the weapons, and..."

"But... you don't want me? You don't like me?"

"Yes, I like you, you are a really desirable boy..."

"So, then... I would really be happy if you had sex with me... really. You are... beautiful, strong, and good hearted... Please?"

"All right Kossur, come here... this night we will suck each other and tomorrow we will decide what to do. Because tomorrow morning I will know everything about you, and you everything about me..." Derk gently said him.

The boy readily turned under the mantle, raised the knight's tunic and started to give him pleasure with delicate hands, lips and tongue. Also Derk searched in the boy's clothes and started to give him the same pleasure he was receiving. United in a perfect circle of passion, they forgot the impending night and devoted to each other in a contest to give enjoyment to the companion. The boy was really skilled, and Derk too was, so that in a short time, first Kossur, then Derk reached the peak of the pleasure and gave each other their seed. Derk made the boy turn again hugged and kissed him.

"Let's sleep now... Tomorrow morning we will have to talk for a while, I guess..." he whispered, caressing him.

"Have a good rest, knight, and thank you... It has been really beautiful."

"Yes, really beautiful. Good night to you, Kossur."

The sunrays woke up Derk. He opened his eyes and saw that the boy was looking at him serious, "I know everything about you, as you said... How did it happen?"

"A magic that is in my seed and in my body. I too now know everything about you."

"Ah... and..." the boy shyly said.

"And I like you very much, even more than before."

"I too like you very much, knight... Do you want me in your quest?"

"Without any doubt. But if you know everything about me, you also know that my heart is bound to Axel..."

"Yes, of course. I will just be your squire, if you want. And I will make love with you any time you desire, with joy and pride. You are making of me a new man, and I will be grateful to you forever."

"Good, squire Kossur, a long adventure is waiting for us. I'm glad that the gods made me cross your road. Let's get ready to resume our journey."

"Before leaving... may I ask you something? Express you a desire?"

Derk looked at him with a smile - he now knew also that desire.

"Yes, Kossur, lie on your back - before leaving I will fulfil your desire, I will take you..."

"And also other times, isn't it?" the boy asked, taking out his tunic and lying on his back.

"Yes, of course. But you too, then, will have to take me - you know that I like it, don't you?"

"Yes, I now know it. Do you know that it would be my first time to take a man?"

"I'm flattered. Do you know that you are really handsome, even though still just a boy?"

"You instead are very beautiful... I would like one day to be like you."

"And you will be, also thanks to my seed, as you know."

"Sure... how great! But now take me, please..." Kossur said offering himself with a light and serene smile.

Derk smiled in his turn and went down on him; the boy guided the beautiful member now fiercely erect inside his welcoming intimacy and they were finally deeply united.

"Ooohh, for all the gods' sake! With you it's really good!" the boy panted.

"I am not hurting you, am I?"

"No, not at all, on the contrary... you are giving me an immense pleasure! Oh what a good feeling, your flesh in me! Oh, Derk, make it last as long as possible... it is... it is incredible! Oh, yes... yes... move it, make me feel all of it... Push, go on... Oh, Derk, blessed be the day when my mother sold me, blessed be the two years of slavery, blessed be the violence I undergo and that brought you to me... I'm yours, Derk, totally yours! Yeeesss, soooo!" the boy panted in a happy singsong delirious with pleasure while the young man was taking him with passionate strokes.

Derk was looking at his radiant face and felt as if his companion was becoming wonderful in the emotion of his lust. He was looking at that body still frail, where boyhood was rapidly withdrawing and which was entering the thresholds of virility, and that would then please him more and more. The young member, already of a good size, that seemed to have grown in those few minutes, was turgid and tense in the spasm of pleasure.

"Kossur, I like you!"

"Yes..."

"You are so beautiful, while I'm taking you."

"Yes..."

"And it is so very good being inside you..."

"Oh, yes..."

"Are you happy, Kossur?"

"Delighted, Derk, really delighted!"

"And so am I, my friend." the knight said and went down to kiss him while going on to passionatly move inside him, without hurry but with a gentle vigour.

"Yes," Derk clearly thought, "I love him in a different way than Axel, but I really love this gentle boy... I love him!"

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THE FOURTH YEAR - KIMON AND FLORIANO

Kimon reached the shore of a wide sea. Up to then nobody seemed to have ever heard of either a Great Priest, nor of an iron crown. He sat, thoughtful, while his horse was quietly grazing. All long his journey he learned plenty of things, he saw different and odd people, he overcame tests and difficult moments... Kimon was now twenty-two and his body was sound and sturdy.

He also had had some almost careless moments - almost because his mission was urging him. Like that time when a young knight-errant shared for several months the road with him and, after the very first days, they started to make love. He was almost thinking he found a new companion; he was about falling in love with him. But, one evening, after he drank his seed, he became aware that they weren't really fit for each other. Therefore he never allowed the other to drink his seed, and finally they parted way.

He had enjoyed good company like that time when a merchant invited him inside his tent - they came out only three says later, finally sated with sex and food. The merchant was a wizard in both fields... The man told him that in his journeys he went as far as India, where he learned how to really make sex, even between men...

He had exciting episodes like when he assisted with the annual wrestling contests in a remote village - the local youths challenged each other and, if the other accepted the challenge the winner had the right to screw the loser in the arse. He asked to take part in the challenges and, thanks to his incredible strength, he always won and so he topped all the handsome boys of the village.

He had now to decide which way he had to choose - had he to go west or east? He was thinking about it, when he saw a boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old, walking along the shore in his direction. He observed him - he had a golden complexion, curly brown hair, a slender gait... When the boy was nearer, he also noticed his green-hazelnut eyes and sweet lips. From his clothes he guessed he had to be a sailor. The boy, drawing nearer, was looking at him and when he got near him he stopped in front of him.

They looked at each other in silence for a while, then the boy asked him, in a rather odd but understandable language, "Can you understand me?"

"Enough."

"You are not a local, right? You come from the north, don't you?"

"You are right. But you too don't seem to be a local."

"No, in fact. I come from the Adria Sea, but my ship is now working here in the Black Sea. Where are you going to?"

"I don't know."

"Are you a knight-errant?"

"A kind of. I'm searching for the Land of the Great Priest..."

"The Great Priest? Do you possibly mean the Pope?"

"What's a Pope?"

"Well, the boss of all the priests of the Christ, and he lives in Rome."

"And... do you know if by chance he has an iron crown?"

"An iron crown? I really don't think so, no... I think he has a gold one, but I'm not sure..."

While they were talking, Kimon looked carefully at that boy and thought that he liked him very much, and that he would have liked having sex with him, at least once.

Almost as if the other read his thoughts, with a hesitant smile said, "We... at sea... we often have sex between us sailors... and I would like having it with you. I never saw such a beautiful body and... and also your eyes appeal to me..."

"And yours to me. And I was exactly thinking the same thing as you..." Kimon answered with a smile.

"Well, then... we can do it." the boy said letting himself down at his side and leaning a hand on his thigh in an intimate caress, slowly moving towards his crotch.

Kimon felt at once aroused. "Of course, and with pleasure." he answered slipping a hand in the cut of the boy's sleeve and caressing his chest skin.

"Do you like also men, knight?" the boy asked with a mischievous smile.

"Only men... but... my name is Kimon; and yours?"

"I am Floriano. In my language it means the boy of the flowers."

"A beautiful name. My name in our language means the chief of a multitude..."

"You have the aspect of a chief. And also the sceptre of a real chief..." the boy giggled, as he reached the knight's member.

"Let's undress..." Kimon suggested, excited.

The boy stood up and started to slowly undress, in a sensual and provoking way, looking at his companion taking away his clothes. "Holy shit! You are really well built!" he exclaimed widening his eyes seeing the sound complexion, the chiselled muscles of the other.

He caressed his erect member and also that of the young sailor was already hard, pointing upwards, throbbing. Kimon pulled him to himself circling his waist with an arm, pushing forward his pelvis until their members met and were pushed against their hairy and warm crotches. The boy brushed himself against him.

"Do you like to kiss?" the sailor asked, his voice hoarse with desire.

"I do..." the young knight answered and their mouths met, and their tongues played, full of desire.

The boy parted a little from him and emitted a pleased sigh, then, his eyes shining with lust, asked, "And... do you like to take an arse?"

"I love it... and you have a delightful small arse!" Kimon said fingering it with greed.

"Yours too is nice..." the sailor answered.

"I like also to be taken, anyway..." Kimon said.

"Perfect!" Floriano sighed, and their mouths united again in a kiss full of fire.

The knight pushed the sailor on the sand, lying on top of him, without their mouths loosing the contact.

When they resumed their breath, the boy asked him, in an excited whisper, "Do you want me?"

"To die for."

"I too do... but you go first. Take me!"

"Not yet. We have time, haven't we?"

"You are killing me... Gosh, how much I desire feeling you in me... and I in you... It's for four years ago that I discovered sex, but nobody excited me as you now do, do you know?"

"Who made you discover it?"

"The sailors, at my first signing-on. And you?"

"My knight, when I became his squire... or rather a little before."

"Did you like it at once?"

"Yes, very much. And you?"

"At first it was a little painful, but now I like it a lot. Oh, Kimon, kiss me again - you are so skilled in that! And your saliva has the taste of a fresh spring..."

"I want you... how do you want me to take you, Floriano?"

"Dog style - I want to feel all of it inside me."

"I have nothing as a lubricant..."

"I don't need it, don't worry. Here, I'm ready - push it all inside, go on!" the young sailor said as he took the position, spreading his small firm buttocks with both hands.

Kimon kneeled at his back and drove it on his hole and, with his first push, slipped all inside to the root in a single stroke. "For all the gods' sake, how hot you are!" he exclaimed, excited.

"Yes, I'm hot for you since the first moment I saw you... screw me, go on!"

Kimon circled his waist with an arm and with the other his chest, holding to his back, then, making skilfully rolls with his pelvis, started to fill the warm love channel.

"So... good... No, don't touch my cock, or else I'll spurt... I have to take you, afterwards... so, good, go on!" the boy spurred him, sensually tossing under him.

Kimon didn't need to be spurred, but he felt pleasure hearing that his companion was appreciating that passionate ride. He fucked him for a long time, gently biting his shoulders, his neck, brushing his nipples. With each lunge, Floriano pushed himself against him, happily moaning.

"You know how to screw an arse, my handsome big male... oh god! You are almost making me come without touching it... you are fantastic..."

"You have fire in your veins, boy!"

"You lit it, man!"

"In a while I will put it out... I'm near to come..."

"Yes, fill me, drown me, flood me! Oh, yes, so, go on! Go on! Harder! Screw me, screw me, screw me!"

"Here... I'm feeling... here... here... heeeeereeeee!!!" Kimon yelled starting to unload into him with a set of strong, convulsive jets.

The boy pushed the arse against his crotch, skilfully contracting and relaxing his anus until he got from that hot rod even the last drop of seed.

Kimon was deeply panting and was feeling his heart madly beat. A set of strong shudders shook him. When they ceased, he slowly slipped out of the welcoming hole that had just given him one of the best orgasms he had ever experienced. They let themselves fall on the sand and both emitted a long and deep sigh. The boy leaned forward to kiss him and their mouths united again.

"Not it's up to you..." the young knight said with a smile.

"No, wait still some time - if I do it now, I will come at once, I'm way too much aroused. You have been fantastic... I don't know if I will be able to give you so much pleasure... If in your land everybody is like you, I will move there..."

"But in my land we have no sea. Just mountains, and a small river, and a..."

"I would learn to be a highlander, I swear!" the boy said with a giggle.

"And I am pondering if I've to become a sailor. I like you."

"Thank you... and we are just at mid way... of our first encounter."

"Do you foresee many more of them?" Kimon asked, mischievous.

"They wait for me at our ship only in three days, therefore... And I hope you are not in hurry..."

"No, not really. Three days... and three nights... I'll spend them with you more than willingly."

"Don't I totally agree?"

They caressed and kissed again.

Then the boy asked, "Are you ready?"

"Sure thing, and you?"

"More than ready."

"How do you want to take me?"

"Here on the sand the best is dog style, as we did before, or else we will fill our arses and cocks with sand... and it wouldn't be agreeable."

They assumed the position and the boy, seizing the young man's sides, rummaged with his member's tip in the furrow between the buttocks.

Kimon guided it on the goal, "Push, now!"

"Yeeeeaaaahhhh..." the boy murmured.

Kimon relaxed and felt it wedge inside him more and more deeply. Floriano entered him with a set of short strokes and when he felt his testicles pressed, he stopped.

"You are thight, even if it went in without difficulty. You didn't take many cocks as I did, it seems..."

"I don't know. Anyway yours isn't the biggest I took. Harti, the knight to whom I was a squire, had it a little bigger than mine..."

"And you said that he didn't hurt you, not even the first time?"

"No, he used lard and was really gentle... Move, go on, let me feel it all!"

Also the boy took him for a long time, with measured, skilful thrusts, so getting and giving the utmost pleasure. He for sure was not a greenhorn. The sun was starting to set on the other side of the sea, when they finally relaxed, both fully sated.

"The night is cool. It's better to wear our clothes." the boy suggested.

"No, let's just wrap in my mantle and sleep naked..." Kimon answered.

"But doing so, who's able to sleep?" the boy said with a giggle, but then said, "Anyway I like your idea."

When they had settled, lying on a side, one in front of the other, their bodies tightly intertwined, the boy said, "Gosh, how good I'm feeling here with you...I will miss you when we will have to part..."

"You barely know me..."

"But rather intimately, I should say." the young sailor giggled.

They chatted for some time, telling each other bits of their lives, until they fell asleep, almost at the same time.

The following morning the sun woke Kimon. Floriano was still asleep. Under the mantle it was hot; they were slightly sweating. The young knight uncovered their bodies and Floriano moaned shortly, his face serene and relaxed. Kimon saw that the boy had a glorious morning hard-on.

He liked that boy... he wanted to get to know him better, and he had the means to. He bent on the beautifully tanned body and took in his lips his member, gently licking and sucking it. Floriano moaned again and moved a little.

After a short while Kimon heard the boy's voice, still a little drowsy, "Gosh, what a wonderful waking up! I'll give half of my life to be waken up so every morning!" he muttered.

Kimon went on giving him head merrily. He liked everything of that boy up to then, from his voice to his joyfulness, from his body to the way he made love, from his eyes and lips, to his hands that seemed to naturally know where to caress him, in the most sensitive spots...

He felt the member throb; the body stiffen and understood that soon... the boy would have no more secrets from him. Really Arseno had given them a particularly useful power! He liked the sea taste of that strong member, the scent of sex of that pubis whose hair tickled his nose with each lunge. With a hand he lightly kneaded his firm testicles, the tense sack skin. With the other he roamed on the boy's belly and chest. Floriano was now moaning non-stop in a low voice, feeling his orgasm approaching inexorable.

"Kimon... if you want to pull out... before it's too late... if you want, I... I am near to..." the boy muttered.

Kimon doubled his efforts waiting for the result.

Floriano said, with a chocked voice, "I... di... d pre... ve... nt... yo... uuuuu!" and unloaded in a massive and continuous flow that the knight gulped down with big sips - he was amazed by the big quantity of the seed that the boy was giving him.

He went on sucking him even when the panting sailor started to relax, until Floriano whispered him to please stop... His member, oversensitive, couldn't stand any more the intense stimuli of the companion's tongue and lips.

They lay down, embraced, "Not it's my turn..." the boy said.

"Not yet, wait... let me have some rest, now..." Kimon said, waiting for his body to absorb the seed to get so the information he wanted.

The young knight hugged the sailor and caressed his beautiful body, while in him were surfacing the boy's memories... He saw his boyhood as a fisher, his curiosity, his desire to know, his love for adventure... He "remembered" how he ran away from home and his first signing-on a Greek ship, and his initiation to sex by the elder sailors, his initial shock, his pain, and the pleasure that gradually seized him.

He then saw when in a seaport he fell in love with the sailor of another ship, that he followed embarking there. Their passionate and yearning love. His total devotion to this love. And, just one year before, the disappearance of his lover, who fell in the sea during a storm; they found him, drowned, three days later... His immense grief, his slow recovery... Then Kimon saw the feelings of the boy after they met... and decided to propose him to be his boyfriend - that boy, so beautiful outside, was even more beautiful inside.

"Floriano?" he sweetly called feeling how much his body was still aroused and full of desire.

"Yes, Kimon?" he answered looking at him with his big, luminous, pure eyes and smiling.

"Would you like to come with me, to journey with me?"

"It would be really beautiful..."

"Would you become my squire and my lover?"

"You really want it? You barely know me..." the boy answered but in his eyes hope was shining.

"I know you much more than you think... and I like you..."

"I too like you... I don't know... I feel like... like you could be the lover that... I hope not to deceive myself, but..."

"If you want, you too can get to know me intimately, much more than it is normally possible."

"And how?" the boy asked him, made curious.

Kimon explained him in few words the magic that he underwent before leaving, and invited him to try. The sailor listening to him widened his eyes... but then, with a smile full of desire, bent down on his companion's lap and started to suck and lick his beautiful, already erect member in a shuddering passion. He received in him Kimon's seed then the knight embraced and caressed him waiting for the magic to happen.

Floriano looked at him with his big dreamy eyes and whispered, "That's incredible... I know you as I know myself, now! For sure I'll come with you, and I will be proud being your squire, happy to be your lover. But, Kimon..."

"Yes?"

"Let's make again love, before resuming the journey." he suggested with a provoking and sly expression.

"With real pleasure, my boy, with real pleasure!" the knight answered pulling him against his body and starting to passionately kiss him.

"I hope to be able to give you all the love that Harti has not been able to give you..."

"I'm sure you will be more than able." Kimon gladly sighed, and they resumed making love.

To make love with somebody you know so intimately is an unique experience, because one is able to answer to the others desires in an almost perfect way - they were aware that now their union was more intimate than ever, more beautiful than ever, and before they resurfaced to the daily world, filled with a happy wonder, hours elapsed.

CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 8

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