Several people have requested a second helping of the druid... very gratifying for a writer.. thank you for your encouragement.
HIS LIFE WOULD NEVER BE THE SAME
Exhausted, the man and boy warrior slept soundly under the starry sky, the light of the moon played on their two faces and intertwined bodies glistening with perspiration. The beauty of the scene was not lost on nature itself and the foxes and wolves came closer to study these two humans who oozed love and sex from every pore in their united bodies. The perfume of passion wafted gently in the warm summer breeze.
After some hours the boy awoke, aroused by the hooting of the owls in the dense forest adjacent to the clearing. He move slowly, like a juvenile cat, gently taking the old man's head in his lap and holding his shoulders comfortably in his grasp. He whispered a love poem addressed to the moon and the wild animals in the forest admonishing them to be quiet so that his master and beloved could sleep and recuperate from the fatigue of the journey and their passionate lovemaking. He studied the face and body of the man he loved. He noticed in particular the curve of his lips underneath the silver grey moustache and the dimple in his chin almost invisible underneath his flowing white beard. The eyebrows were full and hairy and the lines of his face showed a man who knew how to laugh and smile. His high forehead was also lined and the wrinkles under his eyes added to the overall beauty of the man's face. His soul rose with a pleasure so intense it could only be matched by the hardening of his sex as he looked further and studied the druids shoulders and chest. The whiteness and translucency of his skin was intensified in the moonlight making the man look almost like white gold.
This was his prize, this solid and powerful man with whom he had coupled and with whom he wished to spend the rest of his life, bound to him as a body servant and slave to all the desires and exigences that may be demanded of him. A mature man like this was a great prize, to one so young he meant stability, experience and slow burning passionate lovemaking not just the quick satisfaction of the barracks, where pleasure was taken and given as was the food and imported Roman wine which the warriors drank of so fully.
His eyes continued to access the man as he notice his rounded stomach, so comfortable to lie against, so inviting to touch. His naval was a pit of pleasure where his finger wished to play while watching the strong uncut sex lying flaccid against the ball sac so full and round. His desire reached a point where his cock was throbbing, the involuntary movements out of control as the rock solid sex reached to the stars exposing his testicles nestling in their soft downy home, eager to provide a flood of cream to prove his love and desire for this; his man, his master and his lover.
His desire got the better of him and he reached down and touched the druids face. He felt an electric pulse race through his body. His moved his other hand down the chest of his love past the nipples gently feeling the salt white hairs tickling his fingertips and causing his already solid cock to jolt upwards and cause him some pain. He swooned almost as his eyes closed shut in pleasure and a warm feeling rushed through his body.... This felt so good, so right that a smile spread across he beautiful face of the boy.
He manoeuvred around so gently that the sleeping man did not move. He brought his lips to the sex of his master where he ever so gently planed a kiss on the warm soft skin. He became bolder and bolder and eventual licked the object of his desire until he felt the man move and the sex begin to swell. The druid slept on, no doubt thinking it was a dream he was undergoing. The avid boys lips teased the large cock until he had positioned it against the man's belly and then he opened wide his mouth and move his closed lips down the solidifying shaft with a gentle ease as his saliva trickled down moistening it and making it slippery...
Pleasure swept through the boy like the spring tide in the great Shannon estuary. His own cock now wet with the flow of the nectar which lubricated it, pulsed and pulsed. He had no need to touch it as it was a law onto itself. So solid that he felt he could split logs with it. The Druid moved his body positioning himself s that the boy could mount his stomach like a jockey and place the now very solid cock to the lips of his boy hole. He took the pre-cum from his own cock and spat on his fingertips moistening his hole to plunge his arse downwards against the Druids shaft already moistened by his earlier play. He felt the powerful shaft respond and move up to take possession of his cunt. The druid moved in the trance like way slowly deliberately entering the boy who moaned with intense pleasure as the shaft reached the point of ecstasy.
The dream, the pleasure, the sweat, the mad action of the boys body on the solid cock was frenzied as the boy shook with pleasure his body was aglow. It was fire itself it consumed everything all light all sound all darkness. The stars and the moon dissipated into the oblivion of the shuddering male, muscular, young, beautiful, desirable, solid and magnificent boy who rode the druid like he was mounted on a dragon of fire. The two bodies surrendered to the pressure at the same time, the druid exploded his ample load into the entrails of the mad boy who writhed on top oh his man cock.The boy discharged a flood of cum which reached the face of the druid and covered his who belly and chest. The boy fell on the druids chest like a flower petal and exhausted, slept.