Filename: Gemini Kings by Merlin - November 21, 1998. Author: merddyn_emrys@hotmail.com Codes: [T/T - M/M - ORAL - ANAL - Sci Fantasy]
WARNING: This story is a product of the author's imagination; it is not a depiction of real life or real events. It involves sexual acts between two or more males of the human species. It is set across various times and places when and where the rules regarding homosexual acts were different. If you are offended by the idea of 'Gay Love' or its explicit description, regardless of whether it is the act that offends you, or the age or relationship of the participants, don't read this story. If writing about any type of sex between males is illegal in your nation, or in your particular county or state, don't read this story. If the legislators of your domicile deem you to have to be a certain age and your current age makes it illegal to read this story, don't read this story, wait patiently, your time will come... The warning here is necessary - Please leave this document in its original form 'intact' - otherwise you may download, copy, archive or print copies of it as your needs dictate, it is a first attempt and hopefully it will be accepted by the newsgroup if so, hopefully it will be followed by more of the same or a similar genre.
Gemini Kings: A Fantasy Story... by Merlin
The candle-light fell softly onto the fawn of the vellum, picking out the deep black and bright red of the letters, a hint of gold sparkling here and there from the ornate illumination.
The figure, dressed in heavy black robes which swirled around his ankles as he paced in measured steps from one cardinal point to the next, raising the sword he carried as he intoned the ritual of protection from the lords of the quarters, air, earth, fire and water, following the path of the broken red circle graven into the floor.
The figure moved to the circles centre where, on a rose coloured marble alter lay two intricate golden crowns. To the front of the alter in a basket lay the forms of two male babes...
1755...
Stephen woke up slowly, the dream fading, he knew who he was, he was always Stephen, 'The Garland', but he didn't know where he was. He was always a little disorientated at first, but that would pass. He pushed back the cool linen of the sheets and stood in front of the mirror, appraising his form. He saw that he was almost sixteen years of age and stood nigh on five-feet- four, the fine down at his groin signalling the incipient arrival of his manhood, he wondered where Michael was... Stephen closed his eyes and entered into his mind...
Stephen reflected on the last few weeks, things had been so easy for him, he had had no problems with his 'family', the summer weather allowing him to roam the countryside, after he had done his chores, the freedom almost intoxicating.
Stephen had met Philip a month ago now, down by the creek, he was the blacksmiths apprentice- an association that would have been frowned on by his 'father'-they had met there frequently ever since, planning to meet there again this afternoon, he couldn't wait...
Philip was sat down by the waters edge, his feet hanging over the bank into the water, he smiled as he became aware of Stephen's presence and they set off searching and climbing like two explorers joking and laughing, yet just as happy with each others silence at times. The afternoon was hot the sun beating down as they headed back toward the creek, shucking their clothes to dive into the deep cool water, allowing it to play over their bodies, it felt so good.
Stephen felt himself being turned on, becoming very hard as he and Philip skylarked about, he caught Philip about the waist, lifting him clear of the water, he was hard as well, Stephen could see his rigid tool as it rose above the rippling surface. Their skylarking taking on a different tone as each became aware of the others condition. Stephen waited calmly for Philip to make the first move, knowing that he was forbidden to do so himself. The move soon came and Philip took hold of his hand, leading him toward the deep grass where they had left their clothes. They sat down and Stephen looked at Philip, registering who he was. He was the same age - give or take a few weeks - and he too was just on the verge of manhood. Philip's rigid cock was about six inches long resting in a flaming bush that matched his head, his tool was just a little longer and thicker than Stephen's own, and although he was a couple of inches shorter in height he was deeper in the chest.
Stephen lay back and closed his eyes as Philip took his cock into his mouth, the feeling was good and he stretched himself, thrusting his hips forward so that more of his cock went into Philip's throat. Philip lay down beside him, his head to Stephen's feet and his own cock in easy reach of Stephen's mouth. Stephen didn't need any second invitation, taking the shaft into his throat and allowing his tongue to search out the tight balls in the as yet smooth un-hairy sack.
Philip was enjoying the feeling, grinding his pelvis into Stephen's face, they parted, Stephen nodding in answer to the others unasked question. Stephen's light down of golden-brown groin hair stood out in a bush, he felt his cock aching as he turned onto his stomach, Philip helping to turn him over, he closed his eyes as he felt the others tongue enter into his crack, he drew his legs under allowing Philip a wide open target for his rigid pole.
Philip must have done this before, and frequently for he was very adept, bringing Stephen close to the edge, driving all the way home only to withdraw leaving only the tip of his cock inside, Stephen reached down taking his meat in his fist working at the flesh as he felt his orgasm rising from deep within As his first small spurt of cum shot from his cock, his ass tightened driving Philip over the edge, he felt the hot cum of his friend shooting deep into him, Philip ramming hard into his hole...
The wind stirred the flags dotted around the turrets of the keep, its icy fingers reaching deep into bone, searching out the warmth and stealing it away. The figure was diminished by the weather as he turned his eyes to the east, the black clouds there defying the weather, seeming to grow ever higher, threatening those who waited here. As it had done for the past 20 years, since the old kings death. Thunder started to crash and lightning fork towards the earth as he turned away...
1865...
The ship rolled and tossed as the waves and wind drove it onward to its destination. Stephen fought down the sick feeling to his stomach as it tried to rebel, the close, damp, and dark of the quarters not making it easy. He didn't know just why he was on the ship but time would answer that, there was always a reason for where he was. He just had to bide his time and...
They were coming into port now, it had been a long voyage, the Japan's were far removed from his home in Holland. He was eighteen, and had served on this ship for some 15 months or so. Trading between the Dutch Lowlands and Japan in silks and spices. He couldn't wait for the ship to dock, he had a friend in Nagasaki, who he had met on a previous voyage and who had started teaching him the arts of the warrior. He lived at a place called Ninsho-go-tentei and was a Buddhist. He enjoyed learning to fight with him.
The ship finally docked and Kenjiro was waiting, waving from the dockside. Stephen recognised him and waved back, turned to his captain and was given clearance to go ashore. They could not unload the cargo until the customs inspector had passed it for importation.
Kenjiro and Stephen had a lot of news to catch up on and this they did as they made for the dojo where Stephen would stay as Kenjiro's guest for the time the ship would be in port. They looked an odd couple as they made their way to the outskirts of the city. Stephen at 5'11" and built quite large to Kenjiro's 5'2" and tiny frame, but for all that Kenjiro had taught Stephen that size didn't count when you were fighting.
At the dojo, the first thing they did was have something to eat, sushi and boiled sticky rice accompanied by a few small thimbleful's of warm sake. Just to warm them through before going into the training rooms.
Stephen and Kenjiro trained well together, working hard at the exercises. The whole of the afternoon passing quickly so absorbed were they in the programme of move and countermove.
Sweaty and tired they headed for the bathing rooms to clean before the evening meal. Washing each other in tepid water, getting clean before submersing in the hot bath to relax. A massage followed and then a brief time to meditate before joining with the other members of the dojo for the evening meal of more sushi, rice and some raw vegetables in sweet vinegar. The company was pleasant and they both spent some hours caching up with their own and others news.
After a while Kenjiro suggested they go for a walk before bed. They ambled down by the shore, watching the waves lick at the sand. Happy in the quiet and peace of each others company. Kenjiro reached for and held Stephen's hand, comfortable with each other in the silence. There were no rules about homosexuality in Nippon, just the freedom to be who you wanted to be. Stephen and Kenjiro headed back to the dojo and bed.
The futon had been laid out in preparation of their return. It looked inviting to both of them. Kenjiro initiated their lovemaking, Stephen had to wait, always for the other to make the first move, but he didn't hold back once it had been made. Joining with Kenjiro slowly and softly as they came together. His cock was as hard as Kenjiro's, the differences between them the same as the others, Stephen cock was thick and about 6-1/2 inches long, whereas Kenjiro's was slender and somewhat smaller. Kenjiro had taught him that size didn't matter in this department either for Kenjiro was a consummate lover.
Their pleasuring was mutual, until Kenjiro bent down and took Stephen's hardness into the moist warmth of his mouth and started to make love to his cock and balls. Stephen's whole body came alive with the feelings Kenjiro produced in him as he spread the warm oil in the crack of his ass as he prepared him to be sheath for his slim penis. Stephen felt good and size didn't matter just having Kenjiro inside him mattered and he was soon ready. Face to face they loved, Kenjiro coupling with him deftly as he brought him to a slowly mounting orgasm. Stephen could feel it boiling up from his toes as Kenjiro hammered his ass with swift sure strokes, the speed of his fucking giving Stephen some idea of Kenjiro's mounting orgasm as well. Timed to perfection Kenjiro shot his first bolt deep into Stephen just as his own first wad of cum erupted from his aching cock to cover Kenjiro's chest with a glistening slickness. Stephen's mind going high into another realm as Kenjiro came deeper and deeper into his being...
Perpetual winter seemed to have drawn over the land. The darkness encroaching further into the realm. The snow lay thick and heavy all around cutting off one village from another, neighbours from each other. The figure bent and re-scribed the red circle deep into the land, the point of the sword etching runes around the outer edge as he called up a spell of protection, hoping to stave off the darkness until the time was ripe...
1975...
Stephen had seen Michael yesterday and they had managed to spend a few minutes in each others company before unease had forced them to part, they never did manage to be together for very long. He climbed from the bath, drying himself on the deep red bath towel, he looked into the mirror, liking what he saw there, just under six foot and deep in the chest his body was that of a very powerful man, and the tool between his legs, growing as he watched, into a good rigid seven-and-a-half inches, poking from the silky dark hair, hair that was strangely shot with auburn and red highlights.
He headed for the gym, it was always quiet on a Monday evening and he wanted to have a good work out, hoping to relax himself after the frustrations of his meeting with Michael. There were only a couple of other guy's there Greg, who he had met previously and a guy he didn't know, he fell into his workout after only a few pleasantries passed with Greg. He'd been at it for some twenty minutes when the other guy said cheerio to Greg and left. Stephen headed for the bench press and Greg came over to lend a hand and spot for him, as he had done on the two previous occasions he and Stephen had been left in the gym together. He and Greg continued their workout's together for some time, enjoying the challenge of completing each task to the same standard.
It was a totally knackered pair who headed for the showers an hour later. Stephen luxuriated as the stinging needles of water played over the smooth planes of his muscles, he could feel the frustration and tiredness draining from his body. He left the shower to get some gel and began to soap himself up, offering some of the luxurious soap to Greg. Greg soaped himself all over and then held his hand out for more gel, taking some he started to rub it into Stephen's back, massaging the shoulders, completing the task of ridding the muscles of all the fatigue and tension, it felt good and Stephen closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of the others strong hands working deep into the planes of flesh.
He could feel the gut tightening, ball churning drag as his tool rose before him, poking the angry head up to smack him in the belly. He turned slightly and without being obvious, looked down, noting that Greg was in a similar state to himself. Stephen poured some more gel into his own hand and returned Greg's favour by working on him as he had done for Stephen. They headed for the showers again to wash off the soap and foam.
Stephen closed his eyes again, waiting, as he always must, for the other to take the leading role. He didn't have too long to wait, he felt Greg up against his back, his arms wrapping themselves around him to touch his waist, rubbing across his stomach and massaging his tits, the muscled planes becoming firmer under the hard hands, the nipples tightening and pointing. He could feel Greg drop to his knees behind him the hands turning him slowly, Stephen leaned back against the wall as the other took his rigid tool deep into his throat, the exquisite feel of the others tongue drawing a moan from between his parted lips.
His knees gave and he slipped to the floor positioning himself so that he could take Greg's tool into his mouth, sixty-nining, the water from the shower playing over their bodies, adding to the total sensation. Greg's mouth was like a vice as he sucked Stephen deep into his throat, his cock had never ever felt so hard and he could hardly breath as he in turn sucked on the rigid pole filling his own throat.
They parted for a moment to breath, looking each other over, their tools rigid and dripping pre- cum. Stephen studied the form before him, slightly taller, about six-two, with a physique developed after about five years solid workout in the gym, just a little better defined than Stephen's own, the tool was bigger, more rigid and wider in girth, the head a flaming dome poking from the honey-blond of the pubis.
They came together again, this time in a kiss, deep and probing, reading each others mouths with their tongues. The feelings Greg created in Stephen were wild he felt himself being pushed back to the floor and the mouth attached itself to his bud of a hole, chewing and sucking until he thought sanity would desert him.
He felt the first push of the big cock as it opened him up to receive its full length, deep it drove into him, filling him completely. Greg fell into his rhythm, Stephen, legs over his shoulders and his cock in a vice like grip as Greg wanked him in time with his deep thrusts.
Stephen could feel himself tightening up, his balls riding high in their sack as his orgasm overcame him, his breath in ragged gasps tore from his body in time with the spurting of his mauled tool, his spunk was everywhere, his arse tightened as the force grabbed deep in his guts, grasping Greg's cock and taking it deep into him. The organ seemed to expand outwards and in length, driving deeper and deeper into him as Greg shot his own load gob after gob, hot and salty...
The deep black robes felt cool against his body, Stephen's mind opened as he scryed the crystal. He saw from afar a lone golden eagle which seemed to have two heads, as it dove down to grasp a red and green serpent in its scythe like talons, screeching its call as it climbed to the heavens... The trance left him and he rose, going outside. The breeze played with his hair as he looked toward the east the dark clouds still mounted there. All around him the stars flamed bright in the cool night, the light of the lady was on the land, harvest time, the time of the hunter's moon and she hung large and round just above the horizon.
1995...
Stephen woke from the deep sleep, the disorientation not as bad as it had been on previous occasions. He arose and showered enjoying the feel of being alive. He turned off the water some time later and dried himself on the deep red towel. The mirror, slightly misty from the steam of the water, showed him who he was, about twenty-three and standing six-four, his body rippling with deep planar wedges of muscle, tapering to a narrow waist, and there, hanging at his groin, his cock, slightly grown from the shower and a general good feeling, its nine inch length, when fully aroused would be eleven inches of solid steel with a girth of six. He took up the brush and ran it through his hair, a strange mixture of brown and auburn, with great tresses of blond and red...
Stephen was meeting Paul this afternoon in down-town New York, they had been close friends for some weeks. Stephen was looking forward to the meeting, he had met Michael a couple of days before, there was little, if any unease between them now, and they planned to meet up later with their friends.
Stephen and Paul spent the afternoon walking round the park, before eating in a little French restaurant. Now, they were off to Michael's place to spend the evening with him and his friend David. All four met and were soon at their ease together, although there seemed to be an undercurrent, almost like electric discharge between Stephen and Michael. Stephen and Paul sat together on the couch, Michael sat in a deep chair with David on the floor at his feet. The pleasant mood was further enhanced by a few glasses of wine.
Stephen was feeling a little worse for the wear, after all the wine, excusing himself he headed for the toilet As he was getting rid of some of the wine, the door was pushed open and Paul joined him, much in need of relieving himself. Paul was half hard and Stephen grew rapidly himself in appreciation, they headed for the bedroom they were sharing that night...
Stephen and Paul were totally involved in each other and didn't notice when Michael and David joined them on the bed Stephen lay back allowing Paul to bring him to full hardness, his cock rigid and his balls hung low and heavy with their load, he and Paul had never got beyond the kissing stage before this and Paul was appreciative of his stud lovers build and equipment. Michael was sucking hard on David, Stephen reached out for Paul's prick. Arms and legs were tangled and thrashing before long. Stephen feasted his throat on Paul while Michael got his fill of David they were totally absorbed, enjoying each other, soon swapping back and forth, only Stephen and Michael not sharing... Not yet.
Stephen lay on his side, his ass filled with Paul's not insubstantial cock, ramming his hole as if there were no tomorrow and from the look of ecstasy on Michael's face he was being screwed by David, a well built bloke who Stephen could appreciate.
They were in tune now Stephen knew that his partner was near to climax and his own tool was rigid, aching for release, Paul took him in hand matching his wanking with his fucking. Stephen was enjoying it, keeping his eyes wide open to watch Michael's massive tool being wanked just in front of his face. Stephen could feel himself very close now, his sack tightening up until his balls were high and tight swollen massive and begging for release, they churned with the cum waiting to escape. He could see that Michael was in the same condition. He couldn't hold back and his cum shot forth as his guts surged, where it landed he couldn't guess, but the feelings were like never before. Heightened by his own orgasm he watched in fascination as Michael's weapon bucked, the eye opening wide to shoot gob after gob of hot cum, some of it hitting Stephen in the face and he licked it off tasting the sweet saltiness of Michael.
His eyes closed as the cock inside him expanded, filling him, riding him hard and fast, hot and heavy, he felt the power behind Paul's cum as it hit deep in his guts, forcing his own load harder from his body, he felt drained, his eyes took on a hazy smoky glow as Paul continued to shoot his load deep inside him...
'Stephen' could see 'Michael' over the head of the shaman, they were stood on the opposite sides of a broken red circle, the place were no lone man could come. He could see himself through Michael's eyes, just as Michael could see through his they were totally attuned now, the two become one, slowly they walked toward the shaman in the centre of the circle. Stephen cast his eye inwards to see, happy within, Philip together with Kenjiro, Greg and Paul, now and forever part of him, their minds and souls joined in him, one with him...
Hand in hand now, Mikhael and Stevean dropped to their knees, twin golden crowns upon their brows, as the shaman intoned the vows of the Gemell warriors, he and Mikhael, mystical warrior kings of this their land of Ar-nanth. Joined as lovers friends and rulers, in mind and body one king for this age. One king to drive back the encroaching darkness from the east.
Author: merddyn_emrys@hotmail.com