THIS CHAPTER I WROTE WHILE VISITING MILAN ... WHERE THE BOYS ARE AS BEAUTIFUL AS RENNASANCE STATUES AND THE ART IS EVERYWHERE.
MY HUMBLE SKETCHING EFFORTS CAN BE LOOKED AT ON MY SITE METIONED ON MY PROFILE...
CHAPTER 14.
An hour before the dawn chorus would start, the dark skies above were lit up by the light of hundreds of torches winding their way down the valley from opposite ends. The red lights bobbing steadily as the two tribes held to their word and brought their unmarried daughters and sons towards the deserted and quiet battlefield. The druid was wide awake and luxuriating in the contact of the warm and beautiful bodies of his two companions. They had not yet woken up but their early morning erections were touching his body in a glorious way which send a shiver through his heart soul and body. He found he was responding to the velvet touch of their erect cocks and rounded ball sacks. They moved sleepily and put their arms around the man touching each others arms and intertwining their legs around his. The warmth was soporific and he dosed a little enjoying the privileged moment before the arrival of the human mass which would arrive within an hour.
The druid touched Stefan's face gently and the boy warrior opened his sleepy eyes and smiled at his lover. He moved his face close to man and kissed his lips gently sensing the rough beard and white hair as he did so. His young but experienced hand slid down the druids chest and he engulfed the balls of the mature and beautiful man. He squeezed gently and listened with pleasure as the druid drew a great breath and his sex stood erect waving in the early morning air. Owen felt the movement of his bedfellows and also opened his eyes searching in the darkness for the activity which had wakened him from his slumber. His hand found Stefan's head place over the druids cock and moving slowly but very deliberately in a bobbing movement over the older man's rounded belly. His own excitement began to show as he took the older man's hand and placed it on his juvenile but manly cock. He shuddered as the contact was made and moaned with pleasure as the druid took possession of his cock. The cold morning air was forgotten as the trio moved in unison and built up to a climax of mutual pleasure. The three men came nearly at the same time. Stefan held the large cock and wave of cum from the druid in his mouth as much as he could but some of it escaped and slipped down his chin in a white cascade which became visible in the first rays of the rising sun. The cotton pink and blue sky began to show the details of the intertwined bodies. The boys were feeling fulfilled and the druid was turning his mind to the upcoming mornings work.
It would not just be a case of pairing off the first couples at a whim. It was as important now to insure that the right matches were made between the tribes members. He stood and Stefan jumped up to dress his master while Owen dressed himself quickly on his own. The Druid had his Gold torc place around his neck and his golden bracelets placed on his wrists and his ankles. Stefan kissed the man's long toes as he placed his sandals on his feet. The druid laughed as the embrace tickled his feet. The two lines of people started to fill the battlefield ans line up on opposite sides. It was not obvious that they were come to perform a marriage ceremony or to do battle. The absence of weapons and the fact that they were dressed in their finery the only clue to the upcoming event. The boys and girls looked at each other across the space and wondered which ones they would be matched with. The druid called the two chiefs and their wives to him. They each had several sons and several daughters who walked up behind them looking a little sheepish. He held out his arms looked into the sky and prayed, the looked at the assembled boys and girls all of whom were handsome and well made. He touched each on the forehead and studied them deeply, then without being told the names he pronounced the name of one of the boys and then one of the girls from each family and motioned them to stand behind him. He continued this process until the chieftains children were matched. There was one boy left over, a young man of seventeen years and he was the most beautiful of all whose name was Rory. He looked at his father and said that the boy was special and was destined to be a druid and therefore should be sent to the school in Royal Meath which was the centre for all druidic education in the Kingdom.
He smiled at the boy and asked him if this would please him. The boy shyly replied that it would. The next group up was the Taniste of each tribe and his wife and children, second only to the chieftains. The process continued here with the druid pairing off the children with great ease and with great dispatch. When the last groups of warriors had their children paired the druid turned and looked at the new couples and raising his staff called on the Dagda to bless each and everyone of them with happiness and many children. That the husbands should respect their wives as equal partners in life and that the wives should respect their husbands. He finished by saying that they should never let their heads touch their beds with angry words on their lips and that they should give freedom where it was needed and understanding in all things. A bed with two unhappy or angry people in it was an occasion of great trouble. War in the valley should remain only as a children's game as training for future aggressions from outside.
He then turned to the older chieftains and warriors and said, no man fights against his own family or murders his kin. This unification of the two families would be forever and any man or woman who set one against the other would be damned for eternity. His Geasa would be written in ogham on a pillar to be placed on the very spot where the mass wedding took place to be seen by future generations. The feast that followed was full of laughter music and love. The valley echoed of happiness for the first time in centuries. Many a child would be conceived that night who would unite the valley for ever. The tribes decided to call change the name of the valley to the place of a thousand weddings. The name remains to this day.