"In days of old, when knights were bold..." began a rather bawdy chant I learned as a child. But Knights were nothing to laugh or sneer at! They were a boyhood fantasy full of horses, battles, swords and courage. I suppose part of what I love about Marines is what I love about knights. I must admit that even as a lover of peace, I am strongly attracted to warriors.
This story is dedicated to the real Nicholas.
THE YOUNG KNIGHT by RimPig (c) 2003
Chapter II
I awoke early, to the cock's crow, the next morning. I was so warm and comfortable that, at first, I didn't realize where I was. Then I noticed a weight around me and I looked down to see Nicholas's arm clutching me to his body. I then noticed something hard poking against my nether parts and realized that Nicholas was erect, a not uncommon situation in a young male of twenty summers. But more embarrassing was the fact that I evidently was erect as well. Not knowing what to do at that point caused me to simply lie there. I could feel Nicholas's arms tighten around me again and I could feel his breath against the back of my neck.
"Did you sleep well?" Nicholas's voice, husky with sleep, came from behind me.
"Y..y...yes." I stuttered.
My voice was shaking and I didn't know why.
"Are you still cold?" Nicholas murmured as he pulled more of the bed furs over us.
"A little." I said not knowing what else to say.
"Just go back to sleep. We have nothing to do today since I can't train anymore." he said and I could still hear the bitterness in his voice.
"No, I suppose not. And this bed does feel good!" I smiled.
The bed did feel good, soft and warm. But I knew that a large part of what felt good was lying next to Nicholas and feeling his arm around me.
"Yes, it does. Especially since I'm not alone in it." Nicholas murmured and I could feel his arm tighten around me once more.
And we did sleep again. When we finally woke, the sun had risen high in the sky. While Nicholas headed towards the privy, I pulled on my jerkin and my breeches so that I could find a house servant to bring food and drink to break our fast. Then I went to the privy myself and relieved my own need. When I came back, Nicholas was dressing. He evidently had hunting on his mind as he was dressed in his hunting leathers.
"Come on, Robby. Let's us go to the kitchens and get some food and then ride out into the countryside. It looks like a good day to go exploring. What do you say?" he smiled at me.
"Aye, my Lord, it does look a good day for riding. Shall I send one of the servant boys to the stable to see that the horses are ready for us?" I asked.
"Yes, please, Robby....oh, and Robby," he said, stopping me before I could go to find one of the young servant boys. He walked over to me, put his arms around me, again kissed me gently on the cheek and then said softly into my ear, "Thank you, Robby, for being with me last night."
I know I blushed a deep crimson because I could feel my face heating up. I did not know what to say and my tongue turned to a lump of stone in my mouth which seemed completely unable to move. Finally I mumbled, "You are welcome, my Lord. It was my pleasure to be of service." Which was all I could think of to say.
Nicholas threw back his head and laughed as he still held me in his arms.
"Oh, so formal, Robby! Robby, you were not a squire last night serving his Lord. You were Robby, comforting and warming his friend, Nicholas, just as I was seeking comfort and warmth from you, my friend." he smiled down at me.
"N..N...Nicholas," I stuttered. "There are times when I am so overwhelmed with feelings and I do not know what to say."
"I understand, Robby. Your love and devotion to me mean a great deal to me, did you not know that?" he asked.
"No, my Lord, nor do I understand. You are high-born and I am not. I cannot see that my feelings for you were of any real value to you." I said, my tongue running before my brain for, if I'd thought about it, I would have easily figured out how much my feelings affected him.
He looked at me and I could instantly see the hurt in his eyes. Would that I could pull out the knife I carried with me always and cut out my errant tongue at that moment!
"Robby, how we were born was the will of God. We cannot change it, though if I could, I would be the happier. Perhaps I would have been born to parents that were a loving as yours. But how we feel about someone is from God as well. I love you, Robby. How you feel about me means very much to me. I need your love far more than you can ever know." he said quietly, his arms still holding me in his embrace.
I was all but torn apart inside. I did love him. I loved him with all of my heart. I wanted so much to express that love to him, but I knew not how! I could not think of a way that did not seem to overstep my place. The need to express my love, coupled with the hurt I had just caused him by my words welled up in me to such an extent that I suddenly burst into tears. Nicholas held me close and, with his hand, rested my head on his shoulder. The feelings were so strong that they broke through all of my defenses and I wrapped my arms around him and held onto him as if I were a drowning man clutching to a floating log. Nicholas held me tightly as well and, even through my tears, I suddenly became aware that we were both erect again and his manhood pressed against mine. A thrill went through my body at this and again I had the feeling that there was more that should happen between us but I knew not what.
We stood that way for a very long time, Nicholas holding me while I continued to hold on to his young, strong body. We stayed pressed against each other and I could feel no lessening in our arousal. Being sixteen summers, I was used to suddenly finding myself erect for apparently no reason - except I did notice that it happened more often when Nicholas was near. This did bother me somewhat as I did not want Nicholas to know about my condition, though often times he seemed to be aware of it and would suddenly give me a very knowing and disconcerting smile.
"Come, let us ride, my friend. Let us lose the dusty air of this pile of rocks and spend our time in the sun and smells of the good earth. What do you say?" he smiled down at me.
"I'm sorry, Nicholas. I didn't mean to do this." I said, embarrassed now by my behavior.
"You have nothing to apologize for and nothing to be embarrassed for either, my friend. Sometimes we need to purge ourselves of humors lest the body be overwhelmed by our emotions. Or at least that is what the healers taught me. Think no more in it. You and I will spend the rest of this day enjoying ourselves and tonight, we will sleep together again. Would that please you?" he asked, cocking one eyebrow as he looked at me.
"Oh, yes, Nicholas, that would please me greatly." I answered honestly for once.
"Then it shall be so from henceforth. No more sleeping on couches across the room. I want you where I can touch you and know you are by my side. Does that suit you, Robby?" he asked.
"Whatever is you wish, my Lord." I answered.
"No! This is not an 'order', Robby. It must be something you want as well - and not to please a 'Lord' but because you want to be close to me!" his voice stung me.
"My...Nicholas" I stumbled trying to say what I was feeling. "I...I...I want to be close to you but I am sometimes afraid to be." I hung my head.
He pushed me back with his hands so that I was arms length from him but he still kept his hands on my shoulders. He bent down trying to look into my face.
"But why, Robby?" he asked, voicing his incredulity. "Why are you afraid of me?"
"I am not afraid of you, Nicholas." I said quietly.
"Then what in the name of the Blessed Mother are you afraid of?" he asked, exasperation showing in his voice.
"I'm afraid of myself." I said, almost in a whisper. "I am afraid of the feelings that I get when I am close to you."
He said nothing for the longest time. So long, that I feared he was extremely angered with me. I looked up only to see a gentle smile on his face which I could not understand.
"I understand, Robby." he said quietly. "I get those same feelings when I'm close to you."
"But I am so afraid that they are wrong. Maybe even sinful. I do not know what to do." I said, looking into his eyes.
"I do not believe that whatever happens between two people who love each other is sinful or wrong. Love is such a precious gift, it should never be refused, no matter where you find it." he said to me, his deep eyes boring into mine.
I knew that looking into his dark eyes was a mistake. They almost always made my head swim when I did and this was no exception. The longer I looked into them - so intense, so beautiful - the more I became lost. Nicholas gently gathered me into his arms again but this time it felt different. This time I could feel not only his love for me, but his need of me. I felt it as palpably as the loud beating of his heart which I could feel and hear as I lay my head against his chest. His heartbeat was rapid, as was mine. I could hear his breath, shallow as it was and I could feel him, hard against me. My body answered his in like manner. When I felt this, I looked up at him and I could see something in his eyes I'd never seen there before. It was like a hunger, a gnawing hunger that called to me, deep down inside. I knew not what it was that Nicholas hungered for but, whatever it was, I wanted to give it to him and he seemed to want me to do that.
I felt his arm tighten around me and then his one hand began to stroke my hair. The feel of his caress sent shivers through me for I knew that somehow this was no longer just the touch of a friend or brother. I did not have words for what I felt nor what his touch conveyed, but somehow I knew that Nicholas and I had just been propelled into a new and very different place. A place in which neither of us knew the protocols or geography. It was exciting, but frightening as well for neither of us knew the way back to where we came from if we went much further.
I looked up at him and I saw such dazzling brilliance in his eyes. I knew he saw this new country as well but, unlike me, was not afraid of what lay beyond. Instead, he seemed enervated with a sense of adventure - of exploration. And because of my trust in him, I knew that wherever he wanted to go, I would follow, though it meant my doom or utter damnation. I could see in his eyes that there would be no turning back. No matter what lay ahead, we would see this through - together.
I felt Nicholas's arms tighten slightly around me and, as I looked up into his eyes, his face moved toward mine and, before I knew it, his lips were gently pressed to mine. I responded eagerly at the intimacy of his touch and he pressed harder against my mouth with his own. I felt his mouth open slightly while still pressed to mine and then felt the soft brushing of his tongue against my upper lip. I didn't know what to do at that point, but found myself allowing my mouth to open like his. That was apparently all the invitation that he needed for the next thing I felt was his tongue sliding into my mouth and exploring there. Our tongues met and the touch of them sent waves of feelings through my body and I thought that I would swoon like some weak maiden at any moment. But - no matter what!- I didn't want this moment to end.
I then heard myself moaning into Nicholas's mouth, my feelings were so overwhelming to me that I could not help myself. Suddenly, so many of my feelings for Nicholas began to make sense. I was in love with him and now I understood I had been for a very long time. What I was having a very difficult time understanding was that apparently Nicholas was having the same feelings for me, but I could not understand why. I was not of his class. I was not high-born and I was not a female. This was indeed a very difficult thing for me to understand. Why did I love him? Why did he love me? I knew not that it was possible for two males to feel this way about each other. Certainly, I had never heard of such a thing. But, at that moment, with Nicholas's mouth pressed to mine and the taste of him on my tongue, I couldn't think about any of this. I only wanted more of what Nicholas evidently willing to give.
Nicholas finally pulled his mouth from mine and, looking deep into my eyes, said, "I think we shall not go hunting today. I think what we seek we would better find here, in this chamber, alone together."
"What ever you wish, Nicholas. But..." my voice faltered.
"But what, Robby?" he asked softly.
"I...I...know not what it is that we seek." I sputtered.
"I'm not sure either, Robby." he smiled. "but I think that, together, we will find it."
And saying this, he again took possession of my mouth and I was again lost to the feelings that welled up inside of me. Where this was leading, I could not imagine. Oh, there were vague desires that I had pushed away many times when I was close to Nicholas. Desire to see him unclothed and feast my eyes upon his form, desire to touch his body in places which one man did not touch another. But I did not understand these desires and had kept them under control and never even really admitted them to myself. I knew that these feelings had to be wrong because they caused such disturbance within me. Usually I would become short of breath, I would feel very warm and sometimes would sweat while, at the same time, my loins would harden and become so sensitive. Was this what Nicholas sought, to be touched in these ways? Or did he wish to also touch me in these ways? At the very thought of this I began to get light-headed again. But this was not the least of what I would feel!
Suddenly, I felt Nicholas's arms begin to move and his hands began to slide down my body until he had grasped my buttocks - one in each hand. A thrill went through me which caused me to moan into his mouth once more. I could feel his hands clutching me and thrills ran through me at his touch. Nicholas, meantime, moved his mouth from mine and moved his face until his mouth was at my neck and his lips sucked at my skin while his tongue slowly traced patterns upon my skin.
"Ahh! Nicholas, I cannot bear this much longer! I think I would faint!" I moaned.
"If you faint, you are in my arms. You will not fall. I will not let you." Nicholas breathed into my ear. "But it is in the bed that I want you."
"Whatever you want, I will give you, Nicholas. You know I can refuse you nothing." I breathed.
"I know," he said, disappointment in his voice. "because I am your Lord."
"No, Nicholas." I said and he looked at me. "Because I love you. I guess I have always loved you. I don't know how such is possible for I have never known feelings as these."
"Oh, Robby. It seems as though I have waited so long to hear those words from you. I did not dare to even dream that one day you would feel about me as I feel about you for I truly do love you." Nicholas said smiling at me with the greatest look of happiness that I had ever seen on his visage.
"But, Nicholas, is this not wrong? We are both males. How can we be in love with each other for truly the love I feel for you is as strong as that which I have heard that a man feels for a maid?" I asked.
"Robby, I do not know how this happens but I know that it does." Nicholas said.
"But how do you know of this?" I asked, mystified.
"I have been well tutored in classical studies. I've studied the ancient civilizations, especially of Greece and Sparta. In those days the love of two males for each other was considered the highest form of love. Even beyond that of a man for a woman." Nicholas said softly.
"But how can that be?" I asked.
"I do not know. I only knew when I learned of it, it answered so many questions for me about my feelings. I knew that I was like the ancients and desired the love of another male. I was but thirteen summers when I realized this. It was not until you came to be my squire that I finally felt what I had read of. I loved you, so very much, but I was afraid. I was so afraid you would not feel for me what I feel for you." Nicholas said.
"I have never felt for anyone what I feel for you, Nicholas. I have since that first day that we met. You all but took my breath away you were so beautiful. I couldn't believe that I was given the chance to serve you and to be near you. That alone would have made me happy, I think, for the rest of my life. But you were so different than any of the other knights. You were so kind to me. You didn't have to be and yet you were. It was then that I began to love you. I have just been so afraid of my feelings for you because they are so strong that I felt that they would all but overwhelm me if I let them." I said all in a rush.
"Shh, Robby, my love." Nicholas said, taking his hand and gently resting my head back on his chest. He was tall enough that he could rest his chin on my head this way. "Do not upset yourself. I understand. I know how much you love me. I think I knew it from the first. The way you looked at me, the way you sought to please me - they told me how you felt. But what I did not understand was how you always seemed afraid when you were near me. I did not take you for a coward or one that was weak, but I could not understand it. Now, I do. Do not fear your love for me, Robby." he said smiling, "I want all of it. I need all of it. And, in return, I will give you all of mine."
And with this, he pulled back and again leaned down and sought my lips. I gave myself over to him and to my feelings for him. No matter what happened now, I would allow myself to have no regrets for loving Nicholas and knowing that he loved me was the most entirely wonderful thing which had ever happened in my whole life.
"I think we should be in the bed. It would be far more comfortable than standing here, don't you think?" Nicholas said quietly as he pulled away from my mouth.
"Yes." I breathed.
I felt Nicholas's hands begin to move on my body again. This time he tugged on the bottom of my jerkin until he had lifted it part way up. I raised my arms to allow him to slip it off over my head. He tossed it away and I stood before him in nothing but my breeches and boots. His hands began to rove over my skin and I trembled at his touch.
"Are you cold?" he asked, looking into my eyes.
"No, Nicholas. It is your touch. It sends feelings through me that I have no idea what they mean." I said, bowing my head in embarrassment.
"I will teach you what they mean, my love."
And in saying so, he doffed his leather jerkin and taking my hands in his, placed them on his smooth, muscular chest. The smooth, softness of his skin and the hardness of the muscles beneath caused me to suck in my breath in awe. I trembled more now, touching him this way for the first time. Never before had I ever touched another male this way. In fact, I had never touched myself this way - nor any other person for that matter. I felt as though this must be wrong but it was so pleasing, so exciting I could not think of stopping. I again felt Nicholas reach out and his hands were caressing my chest as I did his. I let him take the lead, as I had done in everything and followed what he did. His fingers grasp my teats and gently squeezed them. When he did, I began to moan uncontrollably as the feelings that went through me were nothing like I had ever felt before. Up until that moment, I had no idea why males had these additions to their body for surely they did not seem meant to give milk to younglings as did women's. I wondered if Nicholas's body would react as mine did and, wanting him to share this pleasure with me, I reached out and did the same to his. He moaned as I did and we stood there grinning at each other as we further explored our bodies.
"We really should be unclad to fully explore each other." he whispered.
I was somewhat shy of doing this, knowing that my body did not measure up to Nicholas's. My body was leaner and I had less development than he because I was younger and still growing into manhood. Nor had I ever been completely unclothed in front of Nicholas before. But it was apparent to me that this is what he wanted, the two of us naked before each other and I was bound and determined to give him whatever he wanted of me.
Nicholas pulled away and sat on the edge of the bed. I immediately knelt and began to remove his boots. Nicholas, however, reached down and grabbed my wrists.
"You do not need to do that, Robby. I can remove my own boots." he smiled.
"But I want to do this, Nicholas. It is still my place to do so. Am I not your squire?" I asked.
"Robby, we are not knight and squire here now. We are two men who love each other. No titles, no places of honor." he said gently.
"Can I not do this because I love you and it makes me happy to do so?" I asked.
"Yes, if that is your reason, I cannot say no to making you happy." he sighed, knowing that somehow I had bested him in this.
I smiled and continued to remove his boots and then sat down to remove my own. But I had not figured on Nicholas reversing positions with me. He quickly knelt beneath me and began to remove my boots.
"Nicholas! You cannot do this!" I exclaimed.
"Why not, Robby?" he asked, smiling up at me. "It pleases me to do so because I love you."
What could I say at that point? He had bested me instead. I smiled my capitulation and sat there as he removed my boots. When he had done so, his hands went to my waist and he began loosening my breeches until they were open. Then he had me stand up and I let him remove them from me, stepping out of them. These he tossed aside as he had done my jerkin and boots. I stood there before him, in only my loincloth in which I knew he could see my harness pressing against the clothe and showing its fullness. I blushed red, knowing that he was staring right at it as it was right before his eyes.
He looked up at me and I could see that hunger in his eyes again. I reached out and gently stroked his cheek and he grabbed my hand in his and, turning his head, kissed my palm. It was a moment that I will remember all of my life, so much did that simple act affect me. Any doubts I may have had about Nicholas's love for me were now gone. In that moment, my heart felt like it would burst both with love and joy. Tears began to form and to silently drop from my eyes. Nicholas saw them and quickly rose, taking me again into his arms. But this time, I felt his bare skin against my own and it was the most thrilling thing I had felt in my young life.
"What is wrong, Robby? Why the tears? Have I hurt you in some way?" Nicholas asked, his voice full of concern.
"No! No, you haven't hurt me. My heart is just so full of love for you and the joy of knowing that you love me! My tears are tears of joy, Nicholas." I swore to him.
He smiled at me and then kissed me gently. I reached down and began loosening his breeches and let them fall to the floor. Nicholas stepped out of them and we were standing just in our loincloths and looking at each other. I could see Nicholas's hardness. Though I had felt it against me, seeing it was awe inspiring! I had no idea it was so large. I could see it throb against the thin cloth as he drank in my body. My hardness responded and throbbed as well. Nicholas reach out and began to untie the thin cord which held my loincloth on and my breath caught in my throat. I was very nervous about being completely exposed to him. I reached out and placed my hands on his strong shoulders for balance as the last of my clothing fell to the floor. Nicholas's hands slid down my body until he was caressing my hardness. I whimpered and moaned at this incredibly intimate touch and I throbbed in his hands.
"You are so beautiful. All of you." he whispered, his voice husky.
"No, Nicholas, it is you that is beautiful." I breathed softly.
"But you haven't seen all of me." he smiled at me.
I reached out, my hands trembling in both fear and desire and gently untied the cord holding his loincloth which quickly fell to the floor. I was confronted then with his massiveness. I had never seen another male naked and hard but I was overwhelmed at the size of him. I reached out my trembling hand and gently touched him. I heard him groan and quickly let go, looking up into his face. He smiled at me and pulled my hand to him once more. I was intrigued with the softness and warmth of him beyond the strength and solidness. I had never touched another male besides myself, but it felt very familiar - just so much larger.
In the mean time, Nicholas continued to hold and stroke me. I, too, began to moan at the feelings that were happening to me. I looked up into his eyes again and the intensity in them staring back at me almost caused me to lose my breath. His lips came down on mine and I moaned into his mouth. I was feeling my emotions going out of control and I knew that if we didn't stop, I would spill my seed all over both of us. The thought of this was both very exciting but also very embarrassing. I let go of Nicholas and pushed him back so that he let go of me.
"I...I...I...can't...Nicholas...I'm going to..." I tried to talk and found myself babbling like a fool.
Nicholas just grinned and reached down and took me by the hand. He climbed onto the bed and pulled me into his arms. Our bodies touched and I could feel his nakedness the length of my own. A thrill went though me at the feel of his body and especially at the feel of his hardness pressed against my own. His hand began to stroke my body, down my back until his hand gently caressed my nether parts and I moaned at such an intimate touch.
"Do you like that?" he murmured.
I blushed so hard I could feel the heat of my face but I nodded my assent to his question. He smiled at me.
"Don't be embarrassed, Robby. This is all very different for me, too. I just know that something inside of me wants so much to touch you. Please, let me." he begged.
"You know I can deny you nothing, Nicholas." I said lowering my eyes, unable to take the intensity of his.
"Because I'm your 'Lord'?" he asked quietly.
My eyes snapped up and I could see mirth in his.
"No, Nicholas." I said softly. "Because I love you."
"That's what I wanted to hear, Robby. Tell me again." he begged.
"I love you Nicholas. I will love you as long as I have breath in my body." I promised.
Then he smiled again and pressed me back on the bed, climbing on top of me. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, rubbing against my belly. My hardness was pressed next to his and as he ground against me I found myself becoming more and more aroused. My breathing was getting more difficult. I began to pant and at the same time, I could hear Nicholas's breathing become heavier as well. We were both groaning as he ground his body harder and harder against me. I could feel wetness against my stomach and it made our bodies slide against each other more easily. Soon, I realized that I was about to spill my seed and, if my instincts were correct, so was Nicholas. I reached up and grabbed his head, pulling his mouth to mine, my fingers twining in his long, dark hair. As our mouths met, we groaned and I felt my body tremble and suddenly my seed was pouring out of me and onto both of us. But it was not just mine. At the same time, Nicholas's seed also poured forth and then he collapsed on top of me.
The feelings had been so incredible, that as I lay there my body continued to tremble. Never had I felt anything like it in my life. Oh, there were times that I made myself spill seed. God knows, I had such guilt over those times because I knew somehow that it was considered wrong. But even those times were nothing compared to what I had just felt with Nicholas. Nothing I had ever known prepared me for this. I thought surely that there was no greater feeling than what I had just experienced.
Nicholas was laying the length of my body with his face buried into my neck. My arms were holding him as he gained his breath once more. Both of us had all but collapsed from the intensity of our activity. I finally felt Nicholas begin to kiss and lick my neck once more. And then moved up until his tongue was licking inside of my ear. I shivered at the touch of his tongue and he chuckled deep in his throat at my reaction.
"You like that, my love?" Nicholas whispered in my ear.
"Mmm..." I answered as his tongue continued to set my blood on fire.
Before I knew it, I was hard again and I could feel that Nicholas was as well. I could feel him begin to lick down my neck and then he moved his body down mine until his tongue was licking across my chest. His lips moved to my teat and he began to suck on one of them just as if he thought he could obtain milk from it. My back arched in shock at the feelings he was causing. I never expected this type of intimate stimulation and it seemed that the harder Nicholas sucked the harder I became.
"Oh, God in heaven! That feels so wonderful, Nicholas!" I moaned.
His head rose from my chest and his eyes sparkled as he looked into mine.
"There is no greater pleasure than giving one that you love pleasure." he said smiling down at me.
"Oh, Nicholas! Please don't stop. Teach me all about pleasure so that I can give you pleasure." I begged.
"Is that what you want, Robby? Do you want to give me pleasure?" Nicholas asked his smile becoming a wicked grin.
"How can you doubt it?" I asked. "I love you! Pleasing you is what I live for!" I moaned.
"Then lay back and let me pleasure you." his wicked grin still glowing on his face.
I lay back as Nicholas slid further down my body. Soon he reached the area in which both our seed had been spilled. Then he did something that was not only curious, but amazing to me at first. He began to lick our combined seed from my body. I must admit that, at first, I was a little disgusted at his actions but then I remembered that at least half the seed came from Nicholas's body and, were the positions reversed, I would gladly take his seed into my mouth and feed on it. Any part of Nicholas's body was sacred to me!
What I didn't realize was that I was about to have that experience! After gathering all the seed from my body that he could reach, he rose up over me once again and pressed his mouth hard against mine. I opened my mouth as his tongue pressed against my lips. Suddenly I felt and tasted our seed as it flowed from Nicholas's mouth into mine! It had a taste that was both sweet and salty but with a pungency to it that was neither. I was overwhelmed at the thought that I was taking part of Nicholas's body into me and moaned into his mouth as I swallowed all that he shared with me. My tongue eagerly pushed its way into Nicholas's mouth, trying to find more of the thick liquid but only tasting the remnants of it in him.
Nicholas broke this kiss, looking down at me and chuckling.
"You seem hungry, my love? Did you not have enough to eat at dinner?" he grinned.
I know my face went very red for I felt the heat of it.
"I'm sorry, Nicholas. It is not food I hunger for." I said quietly, looking away from his eyes as they bore into mine.
"Tell me, Robby, what is it that you hunger for?" the passionate tone of his words impelled me to tell him.
I looked up into his eyes and I could hardly speak the words.
"I hunger for you, Nicholas." I whispered.
His grin was such that it was if he'd won a great struggle upon the battlefield.
"Just as I hunger for you, Robby." he said and slid back down my body until his face was above my manhood and he buried his face in the hair surrounding it. I heard him taking deep breaths of my scent there and heard him groan as he did so.
"Mmm...Robby, I love your scent!" he said, looking up and into my eyes. "It would almost make me lose my senses!"
I stared at him in shock! I knew how much I loved his scent, it fairly made me swoon at times, but I had no idea that he would savor mine as well. Indeed, I was afraid of it offending him! How wrong I evidently was for the hunger I saw in his eyes as he said this belied any chance of offense.
He again lowered his head to my body but, this time, it was his tongue I felt, licking and tasting me. Now it was my turn to groan as the feelings of tongue in so intimate an area inflamed my senses and sent them reeling! I thought that nothing could surpass this until he moved further down and began to lick and nibble at the sack containing the fruit of my loins!
"Nicholas!!!" I screamed out in passion as the feelings he was causing overwhelmed me.
I heard him chuckle low in his throat at my evident pleasure. It was like my body was a tightly strung harp and he was plucking each string in a tune of his own composition. I was merely the instrument, he was the master harper! The pleasure was so intense I could hardly stand it. I thought that there was no further that Nicholas could go in pleasuring me. How wrong I was!
As my sack grew tight to my body, Nicholas began to lick further and further down until he had reached that tiny patch of skin which lies between a man's loins and his nether parts. Here, too, Nicholas's tongue played infinite varieties of melodies on me. But it was what came next which almost unhinged my mind. Gently using his strength, Nicholas lifted my legs back and spread them with his hands. I could not understand what he wanted at that point. I felt like what had been described to me as a woman's position when giving pleasure to a man. But I was not a woman! What was it that Nicholas thought to find?
It took a few moments of watching his head between my legs before the feeling welled up in my body and I began to scream and moan! Nicholas was using his tongue to go up and down the trough of my nether parts! Using his mouth in a place I would never have thought someone would ever touch me in my whole life! The feelings sent chills and shivers throughout my entire body! But it was when Nicholas began licking and pressing with his tongue at the opening to my body that strange thoughts and desire began to appear in my head. Was it possible that I could be a 'woman' for Nicholas? Was it possible between two males to mate in the way that males and females do?
I remembered an incident from my childhood that I had seen in the animal pens of our family homestead. One day, I had gone out to feed the goats and was shocked to see one of the male goats mount another male goat as if it were a female. I remembered that I had wondered where the goat on top was going to insert his male organ into the other goat and then I saw it slide deep into the other goat's nether hole! Was this what Nicholas intended to do to me?
I would never admit this to anyone, but at times, when I have stroked my hardness until my seed flowed from it, I have, with my fingers, stroked my nether hole. I even have gently inserted one of my fingers inside myself and found that it intensified the pleasure. But I could not believe that it was possible for another male's hardness to fit inside me! Indeed, I had found my hole to be almost too tight for just my finger! I had seen Nicholas's manhood and knew that it was far too large to fit inside me without killing me!
All these things went through my head as I lay moaning and writhing on Nicholas's bed while he continued to lick at my hole. It was, I had to admit, so very pleasurable! It became even more so when Nicholas finally managed to insert his tongue where only my finger had ever gone! Suddenly, I felt as if his tongue were a small stalk and it was rapidly breeding me like a stallion breeds a mare. At that moment, if Nicholas had wanted to breed me with his manhood, regardless of the damage it did to my body, I would have begged him to do so! Instead, I felt myself rapidly reaching the point of spending my seed and neither I nor Nicholas had touched my manhood!
"Nicholas! Nicholas!" I screamed out.
He pulled his tongue from inside me and looked up at me. The crisis began to recede with the removal of his tongue but my manhood still throbbed and belched forth clear liquid which I knew preceded the full flow of my seed. Nicholas saw it, too, and grinned at me. Instead of going back to what he had been doing, he instead rose up and, taking my hardness in his hand, brought it close to his mouth. He locked his eyes on mine and I watched as his tongue flicked out and began licking up the clear fluid from my hardness! I groaned at the first touch of his tongue to me and thought that I would loose my seed at that moment! But Nicholas had, evidently, more to do.
He slid down the foreskin covering me and began to lick the head of my manhood, sending thrills through me the likes of which I had never felt before. Never, even when I stroked myself to spill my seed, had anything felt as good as Nicholas's tongue on my manhood did. He moved slowly, opening his mouth and then he began taking my manhood into it. The soft, warm, wetness of his mouth and the thrilling roughness of his tongue as it licked along the shaft had me crying out!
"Oh, God! Nicholas! Stop! Please! I'm going to spend!" I cried out thinking that he would heed my warning, not wanting me to spend my seed into his mouth.
My warning had, however, exactly the opposite effect! Nicholas began to lick and suck at my manhood with more speed and more power. It was as if he sought to suck the very life from my body through my stalk! It was only moments and I was screaming out and emptying myself into his mouth, completely unable to stop myself. Then everything went black.
When I came to, Nicholas was next to me again and holding me in his arms. I looked up into his face and saw him smiling down at me.
"Are you all right, my love?" he asked.
"Nicholas, what happened?" I asked, barely able to speak.
"You swooned, love, after emptying your seed into me. I think that because it was the first time that you had ever experienced this, it was too much for you. Perhaps I brought you to too fevered a pitch?" he said.
"Nicholas, where did you learn those things? Where did you learn to do those to me?" I asked, completely bewildered by what had happened.
"I have spent much time in the barracks with the soldiers. I have heard and seen things that perhaps I was too young to know or understand at the time, but I kept them in my mind should they ever become useful. It would seem, they are very useful between us." he grinned.
I reached up my hand and ran my fingers through his long, dark hair.
"Oh, Nicholas, I want so much to do those things to you!" I said, passion filling my voice.
"And you shall, my love. But rest now, you need to gather your strength back before you try to emulate what I did for you." he smiled.
"Nicholas..." I said softly.
"What, my love?" he asked.
"There was a point at which I thought you might...ahh...that you might want to...uhm..." I couldn't get the words out.
"Breed you?" he said softly.
"Yes." I replied.
"Believe me, the thought entered my mind - quite strongly in fact." he grinned.
"Nicholas...if you ever want to..." I stopped, afraid to go on.
"Yes, Robby?" he said his face coming closer to mine until our eyes were locked just inches from each other.
"I want you to." I said softly.
"You know that it will probably be painful." he said. "I know I am not small."
"I don't care. I will bear the pain if that is what you want. I am completely yours to do with as you wish." I said.
"And that is because...?" he said hardening his look into my eyes.
"Because I love you. I am yours completely because I love you too much to deny you anything." I whispered.
His eyes brightened and I could see the joy in them.
"Know that I love you, Robby, and I, too, offer my body completely to you. We are not man and maid. Though we hold different rank outside this room, in this bed we are equals. We are both male and both have needs. I will do everything in my power to fulfill your needs just as you offer to fulfill mine." he said.
And I could tell from his voice that he meant every word.
The End of Chapter II of THE YOUNG KNIGHT
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