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Last Updated: 6/12/18
Story Title: Land of Heroes
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Chapter 10
We found ourselves in the tent, our clothing sliding off our bodies as the three of us stared lustily at each other. Though the shelter maintained a comfortable temperature, it felt as if the confined space became hotter and hotter the more the clothing we discarded. Soon, the three of us were naked and erect. While I had seen Quell nude already, I had not yet gazed at him through the lens of arousal and I found myself comparing the two boys before me. The light inside the tent made it easy.
Quell was about the same size as Tyler, both boys lean and fit in the way only boys entering puberty could be. Their creamy skin was unmarred, with Tyler being slightly tanner than his pale elfin counterpart. Tyler had slightly more definition to his muscles, a byproduct of his warrior nature I figured, and neither boy had any semblance of fat on them. Quell's features were sharper, though, and his more angular countenance was distinct from Tyler's more rounded face. While Tyler's only hair was the brown mop on his head, Quell had long blond hair cascading down his back and a small bush of fine blond pubes above his throbbing member. Longer but thinner than Tyler, I would have pegged Quell's cock at just over five inches.
"Lay back," Quell purred, gently pushing Tyler and I down next to each other before leaning over and swallowing my cock almost to the base. I shuddered, feeling his eager tongue slide effortlessly over my mushroom head as he lapped at my sensitive flesh. Then my cock was exposed to the air and Tyler gasped, the elf having left my prick to swallow Tyler. Tyler groaned slightly as I watched the elf suck him for a few moments, enjoying the sight.
Back and forth the elf moved, blowing Tyler for a minute or so before switching back to me. He was certainly talented, his hot mouth leaving me panting for more every time he went back to sucking Tyler. Eventually, though, he shifted around and lifted one leg over my head, settling himself down so that he could focus on my cock while his small pink asshole hovered inches above my face.
I couldn't resist. I dove forward, using my hands to part his cheeks as I began to tongue his tight boyhole. He groaned around my cock but kept sucking, his asshole twitching under my probing tongue's assault. Though he was only the second boy I had ever rimmed, the first being little Sandy in Morgana's Bay, I felt confident that I was doing something right as Quell's groaning never wavered. Releasing his pussy, I saw that Quell was busy jerking off Tyler who was eagerly playing with the elf's stiff pricklett.
Just as I began to thrust upward into Quell's mouth, my climax starting to rise, the boy let go of my cock and swung his leg back over my head. I grunted in disappointment but groaned a moment later as I watched Quell wrap his hand around Tyler's head and pull the brunette close, his lips crashing onto Tyler's startled mouth a second before the boys began making out enthusiastically. Though Tyler had little experience kissing, he made up for his lack of practice with eagerness and I watched with rapt attention as the boys kissed for several minutes.
"Tyler," Quell murmured as he came up for breath.
"Hmm?" Tyler grunted.
"Will you fuck me?"
My eyes grew wide. Tyler's did as well. With an uncertain nod, Tyler crawled back behind the elf. I watched as that uncertainty disappeared, however, and lust flushed across Tyler's face as he stared hungrily at the elf's apparently eager bottom.
Settling between my own legs, Quell once again took my cock in his mouth and began to pleasure me. I noticed, though, that his hands drifted backwards as he spread his legs and pulled open his cheeks. As he blew me, I saw Tyler lick his lips and scoot forward, his rock hard four-and-a-half-inch cock sliding between the eager valley and pushing forward. A low moan from Quell told me that Tyler's aim was true while the look of bewildering pleasure that spread across Tyler's face told me that my little companion was enjoying the experience.
"Yeah!," Quell moaned as he released my cock. "Oh Tyler! That feels great! Fuck me! Fuck me now!" Tyler needed no prompting and the steady sound of flesh striking flesh began to fill the tent, Tyler's sweaty body adapting quickly to the age-old imperative to fuck. Quell continued to lick my hard prick, his face flushed as he submitted to the boy behind him. Then he surprised me by using his hands to shift my legs upwards. "Let me rim you," he purred. I didn't resist, my own shock not keeping me from pulling my legs up to my chest.
Quell's hands found my own ass and spread my cheeks, his hot breath blowing across my hole for a moment and sending shivers up my spine. Then his tongue was on me, working it's way around my entrance and worming it's way into every crevasse and valley. "Fuck..." I groaned. The boy's tongue was amazing and I felt my anus constrict as he began to probe deeper. "Oh fuckkkkk..."
The elfboy rimmed me for some time as Tyler fucked him, all three of us grunting and groaning as the tent filled with the salty tang of sex. I began to lazily jerk off, my asshole tingling as the boy's tongue thrust in and out of it. Eventually, though, my arousal got the best of me. "I'm cumming!" I grunted. Quell responded immediately, dropping my legs and pushing my hand away as he swallowed my cock almost to the base. I erupted into his mouth, my stomach contracting tightly as my climax crashed into me. "Ohhhh," I moaned as he took my load.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ughhhh! Ohhhh!!!!" Tyler started trembling and his thrusting became erratic, the boy suddenly giving one great lunge and burying himself into Quell. I watched as Tyler shook, his eyes glazed over as his own watery load was deposited into his little lover.
Both Tyler and I collapsed after our orgasms, our boneless bodies sliding to the ground as we panted in the afterglow of our release. Quell smiled at us and rolled to his side, the elf casually playing with himself as he watched us recover. "Good?" he asked.
"Fuck yeah," Tyler sighed, a huge grin splitting his face.
"Real good," I said a moment later, grinning myself.
Quell looked pleased with the result and began to pick up the pace of his own masturbatory session, though he was cut off a moment later when Tyler scooted forward and took the elf's member into his mouth. Quell sighed, then, and put his hands behind his head as Tyler went down on him, the barbarian boy channeling the same eagerness that he had shown while fucking the elf into the blowjob. Quell lasted only a minute or so before he let out a small squeal and twitched slightly, his abs contracting beneath his taut skin as his own load exploded into Tyler's waiting mouth.
.........
We took the road shortly after sunrise, having slept especially well the night before. All three of us had a spring in our step and we chatted merrily as we traveled. The expected attack from the Black Brotherhood came just before noon, only one enemy rushing us from the tree line. Wielding two swords, the man was more proficient than his compatriots, but Tyler and I vanquished him without too much difficulty. After eating a light lunch, we resumed our journey towards the Elok's Teeth and expected to begin making our way through the range sometime the next day.
As we rounded a small hillock shortly after midday, we discovered that our road took us through a small village. Though the dirt road never changed to stone, the small town was obviously prosperous as it had a stand-alone inn, a general goods store, a blacksmith, a bakery, and a small temple. The sign read "Bonnie Hill."
"Should we stop for the night or should we keep going?" Tyler asked.
"It's still early," responded Quell. "I think we should continue onward."
"I think I agree," I said. "We still have a lot of daylight left." Tyler nodded, and we began making our way down the street.
Quite suddenly, a boy of about fourteen burst from the inn. Weeping, the boy rushed by without glancing at us and disappeared around the corner. A middle-aged man followed from the building, stopping just outside and yelling, "I'm sorry lad! It simply can't be done!" Shaking his head, the man, who seemed saddened by the exchange, turned to head back inside. Catching sight of us, he stopped. "Oh! Sorry about that travelers." Putting his hand behind his neck, the man looked embarrassed. "That was my boy. He's mad at me at the moment. Can't say I blame him, either. Bad luck. That's what it is. Bad luck." He nodded at us and entered the building.
The three of us looked at each other and shrugged. I was interested to know what that had been about and my two companions felt the same. Directing the horse over to the hitch, I cast ALARM on our possessions before we followed the man inside.
"What is bad luck, my good man?" Quell asked as we saddled up to the bar. The man, apparently willing to share the tale, poured us each a mug of ale. As he did, he stated, "Well, you see, that was my son Roland. A fine boy. A hard worker. Just made fourteen last month and I couldn't be prouder."
"Seems like good luck," I ventured. "A happy and healthy son. What makes it bad?"
"Well, just one week ago, a knight came to Bonnie Hill and took a room here in my inn. My boy and the knight hit it off immediately, sharing secretively looks and shy smiles. Caught them in bed together two days after the knight arrived, I did. Never seen my boy take to man like he did to Sir Cae."
"Such a thing happens," Quell said.
"Aye. It does. But when Sir Cae came to me and asked for my blessing to marry Roland, I told him no. Wish I could have said yes. Wish it will all my heart. But I said no."
"Why?" Tyler asked.
"Because Roland is the only help I have. He serves the tables and pours the drinks, I cook the meals and make up the rooms. Without him, my inn would fail. Needs two bodies to work." The three of us exchanged glances of understanding. "My cousin's boy was supposed to take over for Roland last year but that lad was offered an apprenticeship with a cartwright several villages over and I haven't been able to find a replacement. Roland could leave, of course. He's an adult and doesn't need my blessing. But he's a good lad and won't abandon me unless I tell him it's alright. And I can't. I can't tell him it's alright because I can't afford to lose him."
"And if you found a replacement? Would you give your blessing then?" I enquired.
"O'course!" the man said, looking downcast. "But there are no boys in the village who could take over for Roland. Every lad is spoken for. Unless..." the man murmured, looking at Tyler.
"Oh, no!" Tyler exclaimed, blushing. "I'm a hero and I'm on an adventure."
The man nodded. "As it is. As it is. Apologies, master hero."
The man took his leave, then, excusing himself into the kitchen to check on dinner preparations. Quell looked at Tyler and I, raising an eyebrow.
"What?" Tyler asked.
"Seems you two heroes have found a problem that needs to get solved. You best get to it."
"What about you?" I questioned.
"I'm not a hero," Quell responded. "This falls to you two." With that, he took a great gulp of his ale and pulled out a small book from his robe.
.........
Tyler and I stood outside the inn, surveying the village. "Any suggestions on where we begin," Tyler asked.
"None. You?" I responded.
"We should talk to Roland," Tyler answered.
"Why?"
"He probably knows all the boys in the village. Might know of someone who would take his job." I nodded, impressed.
"That's a good idea."
"I know. I'm brilliant." Tyler grinned at me and I stuck my tongue out at him. Soon, we found ourselves searching the village for Roland. We found the boy on the outskirts of town, sitting under an apple tree and crying softly. When he saw us approach, he stopped sniffling and gave us a sad smile.
"I'm sorry," he said. "Shouldn't be out here crying. Did my pa send you out here to get me? Is there work to be done?"
"No," Tyler said, taking the lead. "We did talk to him, though. He said you want to marry Sir Cae."
"With all my heart." The boy sighed, resting his face in his hands. "But I can't leave pa without help. It would be a terrible betrayal."
"Do you know of anyone who would want your job?" Tyler sat next to the boy, their shoulders touching.
"No. I mean, Valen once told me that he wished he could be a waiter at the inn but he works for the bakery and it's a good job. He won't leave."
"Have you asked him?" I pressed. The boy shook his head.
"Where is Valen now, do you think?" Tyler asked.
"Probably at the bakery."
.........
"So Roland wants to marry Sir Cae, the handsome knight that's been wandering around the village?" Valen asked, the lanky fifteen-year-old dusting flour from his hands. The lad had flower everywhere, I noticed. It was on his clothing. On his elbows. His shoes. In his fiery red hair.
"Yep," Tyler responded. "But he won't leave his father's inn without someone taking over for him. So me and Ian," Tyler nodded to me, "are looking for someone to replace him. You interested?"
The teen looked around the bakery. He had let us in when we had knocked a few minutes earlier but the three of us were the only people present. Valen had apologized when we came in, telling us that the baker was out for the day. Now, despite being alone, he looked nervous. "I don't think so," he began slowly, "this is a good job. Lot of work, but a good job. Might even learn enough to open my own bakery someday." He suddenly scrunched his face and looked at some flour that was clinging stubbornly to his sleeve. Brushing it off, he looked back at us.
"Won't be much flour in the inn," I ventured. The boy looked startled at my statement but, after a moment, grinned.
"I suppose not," he said. "But, even if I wanted to go to work for Roland's pa, I have a contract with the baker. Can't leave for another three years unless I find someone to replace me."
Tyler looked thoughtful. "Any ideas?"
.........
"Flour?" Narth asked. "You got to be kidding me. I'd kill for some flour." The ten-year-old looked around the stable, the horse and cow shit covering the walls and tools and his boots. "I sick of all this... well... shit!"
I laughed. The stable boy seemed frustrated with the manure and I could empathize. It was... everywhere. "So you'd trade out mucking the stalls for working with baked goods?"
"Hell yeah. There's only one problem..."
.........
"Horses!" the little seven-year-old stated enthusiastically, his lisp making his squeaky soprano voice endearing. "I would get to work with horse? Sure! I'd love to work at the stable! But I only just got this job! I can't leave now without finding a replacement!" The little imp threw his arms out dramatically, indicating the various baskets filled with dried plants and berries. As assistant to the herbalist, little Miro was in charge of sorting that day's acquisitions and Tyler and I had been astounded at the amount of gathered ingredients the little kid had procured as the day had progressed. Tyler and I glanced at each other.
.........
"So... Ugh!. There is... Ugh! An opening with... Ugh! The herbalist? Ugh!" Fival enquired, grunting as the fur trader behind him continued to fuck the twelve-year-old with long powerful strokes. "Vassmar! Ugh! Stop for a second man! Ugh! Trying to do business!"
The big man stopped, looking at Tyler and me with an expression that left nothing to the imagination. He was displeased that he had to stop the fucking, especially after he had paid for a full hour.
"Are you interested?" Tyler asked.
The boy thought about it. "Yeah! I've been the town prostitute for almost three years. Bout time I change professions. But the men will go crazy if I up and quit. I service fifteen men a day. Lot of balls need to get drained."
"Ok..." Tyler sighed. "Any idea who we might talk to about taking your job?"
"Yeah! My brother, Sachel. Just turned nine and lost his job at the beet farm north of town. Actually asked me today if he could come work as the second town whore. Kid loves to take cock up his arse. I told him no, though. Town's only big enough for one whore. But if I'm moving on..."
.........
"So Sachel, the unemployed beet farmer, will become the new town whore? Fival, the town whore, will take over as the apprentice herbalist? Miro, the apprentice herbalist, will become the new stable boy? Narth, the stable boy, will become the baker's assistant. Valen, the baker's assistant, will become the new assistant innkeeper? And Roland, who fills that post now, will marry Sir Cae?" Tyler looked at me and I laughed.
"You got it."
"This quest was complicated," he said as we walked back into town.
"You're telling me."
A sudden flash of light burst around us and we grinned at each other. Solving this complicated quest put us over the edge and, after checking our UI, we discovered we had indeed reached level 9. We high-fived and continued toward the village.
.........
That night, the innkeeper threw a raucous party to celebrate his son's betrothal. Both Tyler and I got to meet Sir Cae, a handsome lad of sixteen who thanked us over and over again for finding a solution to their matrimonial dilemma. Roland cried several times, overcome with emotion. The various patrons, local boys and business owners, talked excitedly about the various upcoming professional changes. There was food and drink, baked goods from the bakery, and laughter aplenty.
Tyler and I chose not to imbibed too much drink, instead joining in the games of Gamat that had cropped up around the common room. We both fared poorly, our introduction to the game from Quell not providing enough insight to overcome the talented locals. Still, we enjoyed ourselves. Quell called it early in the night, citing a desire for a good night's sleep as his excuse to leave the festivities. He rented his own room as well, telling me that he wanted some privacy. I couldn't help but notice, though, he and Valen, the fifteen-year-old former baker's apprentice, slipping up the stairs together hand in hand. I silently wished them well.
As the party wound down, Tyler and I found ourselves growing tired. When the boy yawned for a third time, I knew it was time to say goodnight to our host. He refused payment for our room, telling us that it was the least he could do, and we soon found ourselves shutting the door to our bedroom.
"That was fun," Tyler said as he began to disrobe. "I still can't believe I lost that last hand of Gamat, though. I thought for sure that I was going to win."
"I didn't have much luck either," I responded, shaking loose the last of my clothing before beginning to fold it. Tyler was doing the same. "I feel great for Roland. Sir Cae seems like a nice kid."
"He's only, like, three years younger than you," Tyler quipped, rolling his eyes. "Why do you call everyone a kid?"
"Cuz he is a kid. Anyone younger than me is a kid," I said haughtily.
"Really?" Tyler asked, flopping down on the bed.
"Really." I said, crawling up to lay next to him.
"Am I a kid?" Tyler asked, a grin splitting his face.
"Duh," I responded, fluffing up the pillow.
"But you'd still fuck me, right?" His voice light and teasing, there was still a slightly husky undertone to the boy's question. I looked at him, our eyes meeting. Our nude bodies were close and the bed was not very large. I began to grow hard. Glancing down at Tyler's member, I saw he was already stiff.
"Yeah," I said slowly. "If you wanted me to."
Licking his lips, Tyler slowly reached out and grasped my swelling cock, giving it a few light tugs as it achieved maximum hardness. I groaned from the touch, his smooth warm hand soft against my flesh. "I do want you to," he whispered. Flushing, I scooted closer until our bodies were touching and leaned in.
My lips barely grazing his ear, I murmured, "When?"
Tyler let out a soft groan and I could see a visible tremble course through is body. "Now," he whispered back.
I turned my head to say something, but Tyler responded before I could, seizing my lips with his as his tongue snaked into my mouth. I met it with the same intensity, our tongues meeting as they battled for supremacy. We kissed for what seemed like hours, our arousal growing hotter and hotter. Sometimes energetically. Sometimes slowly. His mouth. My mouth. The boy tasted like cherry and coconut. Like chocolate and cinnamon. I reveled in it, soaking in the boy as our hands slowly caressed each other.
Breaking the kiss, Tyler leaned his head back onto the bed and, in his most sultry voice, said, "Please fuck me Ian... I want it so bad..."
I kissed his neck, licking at the base as he moaned. I drew my tongue downward, playing with each nipple as Tyler squirmed and panted. I took his rock-hard cock into my mouth, slurping the hairless nail for several seconds before Tyler's hands, which were resting on my head, pushed me lower.
Grabbing the back of his knees, I lifted the boy up so that I could access his taint. The flesh there was clean and fresh, the smell of wildflower soap from that evening's bath mixing with his boyish musk. I took my time, kissing and nibbling as I worked my way lower. His bottom parted and my tongue slithered between his flesh, skimming along the smooth skin as his small virginal hole came closer and closer. He shivered. I grunted.
Then my lips brushed across the dark pink ring and Tyler let out a throaty groan. I stuck my tongue out, swiping across the puckered flesh several times. It was so soft, so inviting. My mouth burst with the flavors of honey and ginger as I tasted him. Saliva spilled from my mouth as I slurped the boyhole eagerly, my darting tongue sinking deeper with every enthusiastic caress. Tyler writhed above me as I latched onto the boy's shitter, my probing growing bolder and bolder as the exploration morphed into assault. I attacked his hole, eating him our hungrily.
The small boypussy twitched and convulsed as I teased it, flexing with each thrust. As the minutes ticked by, though, I could feel the tight flesh slowly giving way. It opened like a flower, the sensitive ridges pulling back to expose the smooth interior to my naughty tongue. Tyler was whining constantly at this point, grunting and gasping as I fucked him with my tongue.
When I felt as if I had opened him up enough, my mouth left his quivering hole and worked its way back up his body, teasing his cock for a moment before latching on devotedly to his neck. I scooted forward as I explored upwards and my cock soon rested between his parted cheeks.
"Do it!" he purred. "Please!"
Reaching downward, I grasped my hard seven inches and guided my swollen and leaking mushroom head to his entrance, pushing forward slowly as I made contact. I expected resistance, knowing the boy was a virgin. I expected him to cry out in pain. Though my cock was spewing pre-cum like a faucet, I knew I was going in without any serious lube and that the first fuck might be a bit rough for the boy.
I was surprised, then, as I met practically no resistance. With an almost audible pop, my head breached his entrance and the first two inches slid effortlessly into the boy. He gasped loudly at the intrusion, but I could tell it was an inhalation based on pleasure and not pain. I paused anyway, giving him a moment to adjust. It was then that I felt his ankles pressing against my lower back, the pressure there indicating the boy wanted me to push deeper. "Ohhhhhhh..." Tyler groaned as I obliged, pushing several more inches into his hot hole. The tunnel gripped my turgid flesh tightly, but it was very accommodating; my cock drilling deeply but meeting no resistance. When I bottomed out, Tyler opened his eyes and let out a brain melting whimper of delight.
I almost lost it there. Panting, I took a moment to peer at the boy as he looked back at me through a haze of lust. "You ok?" I grunted.
"Hmm hmm..." he responded. "Keep going..."
"I'm in all the way," I said, shifting my pelvis around slightly to demonstrate my point. Tyler gasped, biting his lower lip as he tensed up. I knew I must have hit his prostate.
"Oh! Fuck!" he moaned.
The heat around my cock was almost too much to bare. Had I had just an ounce less self-control, I know I would have shot my load. Instead, I rested against my little lover for what seemed like an hour as my body crept carefully away from climax. It was slow going, his boypussy continuously squeezing my member as the temperature of his asshole nearly burned me. All the while, the boy lay back on the bed sweating buckets and flushing from arousal.
We didn't talk. Instead, we shared lusty looks and gentle caresses. He wrapped his hands around my shoulders, his nails scratching along my back as small spikes of pleasure tore through his body. I stroked his nipples and stomach, nibbling his face and neck in between passionate kisses. Eventually, I reached down between us and touched his boy boner. His cock was harder than I could have imagined, stiff enough to carve stone or break diamonds. I only stoked it a couple of times before Tyler grasped my hand and pulled my digits away.
"Wait!" he grunted. "I'm gonna cum if you do that!"
"Isn't that the point?" I whispered into his ear.
"No! I want to enjoy my first fuck. I'll cum after you!"
That did it. I slowly withdrew my cock, my own flesh scraping across the inside of his love tunnel. When I was nearly all the way out, I began to push forward. I sunk home again, a soft sound filling the room as my skin smashed into his skin. Tyler groaned the whole time I was moving, his face scrunching up and his eyes going wide. I did it again, withdrawing slightly faster before pushing in with slightly more force. His voice rose slightly, a mix of whimper and grunt.
Then I really began to fuck him, my cock moving at a gradually increasing pace. I thrust in and out of the lad with more and more vigorous strokes, listening as his voice grew higher in pitch and tenor. Using my hands to steady myself, I focused entirely on the fuck and tuned out every other distraction; opting instead to try and maximize my technique.
Tyler became an absolute mess beneath me, his body spasming randomly as the boy alternatively grunted, squealed, and cried in pleasure. With his head thrown back and his eyes closed tightly, he seemed to be enraptured by the sodomy. His hole was tight and slick, allowing me complete access and never once offering anything resembling resistance. The boy didn't resist either, eventually moaning "Harder!" between thrusts.
I complied, my pace increasing until I was slamming into him at full speed. Grabbing his hands with one of mine, I lifted them above his head and held them in place while I admired Tyler's taut athletic body. Covered in a sheen of sweat, the boy was an Adonis. A perfected sculpture. An example of the perfect form. I drank him in, watching as he thrashed his head from side to side in ecstasy.
Then his eyes flew open and he looked at me, his mouth forming a large 'O' as he grunted out a long string of "Uuuggghhhhhhh!!!!!" and began to twitch uncontrollably. His pussy clamped down on me, spasming like the rest of his body, and the intensity of the fuck shot through the roof.
Tyler climaxed, his untouched cock spewing watery seed onto his chest and belly as I let out a roar of satisfaction and slammed into him another half dozen times before releasing my own load. I shot deep inside of him, my scalding cum coating his insides and claiming the boy as my own. His eyes grew even wider, if that was even possible, as I filled him up and I swear that my own orgasm must have increased the power of his own, his cock's last shot actually hitting the boy's chin.
Heartbeats passed as the two of us came, our bodies intimate and our spirits souring.