The King's Favorite 2
By Bald Hairy Man.
This is an adult gay story for adult gay men. I this offends you, DON'T read it. This is a fantasy, not a sex manual. Play safely.
I have never known who enjoys screwing more, the one who screws, or the one who is screwed. Andrew was an enthusiastic cocksman, as was George. But from Robert`s moans and the waves of feeling coming from my ass, it would be hard for George or Andrew to feel more than we who took their cocks.
Sir Andrew's horse cock was he first cock I had felt that rivaled George's meat in size. It was good. He had been going at it for a while when something in my body gave way and his tool slipped in deeper. I didn't know heaven existed on earth. I ascended to the highest peak of Mount Paradise. I couldn't see, or hear, or think.
When I came back to earth, I was covered in my man seed. My eyes focused and I saw Andrew. Sweat dripped off his body, mixing with the seed on my hairy chest. He stared at me with a fierce gaze, then his eyes glazed over. Andrew began to shiver and twitch. I could feel his organ twitching in my bum. He had visited heaven too.
A little later, I saw George and Robert on the grass relaxing. George looked at us and got up. His cock was still drooling. Robert sat up and sucked the drooling organ, much the way a puppy would suckle on its mother's teats. We all rested and then went swimming again.
Returning to the house, we had another fine banquet. It was more modest than that of the night before, but fine none the less. The formality of the previous night was gone and it was as if we were all old friends. Rolf's collection of bawdy stories of the night before had only barely scratched the surface of his knowledge of randy stories. He told the tales with such gusto and at such a pace it was impossible to catch your breath you laughed so much. It was a good night.
As the banquet came to an end, a visitor arrived and joined us. It was a gentleman of high estate, richly dressed, and a servant. Most curiously, he was not introduced to the assembly. Sir Andrew's men didn't seem to notice the man had entered. They pretended he wasn't there.
When we went up to bed, the men joined us. In the bed chamber, Sir Archibald introduced the man.
"George, this is my old friend, Thomas Walsingham, and his man, Hugh," Sir Andrew said. "He's a close confidant of the King."
"Francis Walsingham's son?" George asked. Walsingham was Elizabeth's spy master.
"Nephew, Uncle Francis had only one daughter," Thomas explained.
"Young Tom inherited his Uncle's skills," Archibald explained.
"A Machiavell?" George asked.
"An Englishman, tried and true," Andrew said. "Only our enemies are Machiavells. Tom serves the King and True Religion. He is also a good friend."
"True Englishmen are much needed at court," Tom said. "The papists are wily and treacherous. An assassin's bullet or poison could take us back to Bloody Mary's time. I hope we never smell the burning flesh of Bishops again, or of any believers of the true faith."
"Well said!" George replied. "God save the King!"
"The King needs friends. He needs close and loyal friends," Tom added. "The Earl of Somerset has forgotten his place. His sole duty is to his King, not to his own advancement. The King needs a new faithful friend."
"Who would reject his majesty's affection?" George asked. "Who could ask for more?"
"Some men don't want the King's love. They want his power." Andrew said. "Others may want sainthood."
"They want to be then man who restores the old, false religion?" George asked.
Tom nodded. "That may be. It is a dangerous time," Tom said. "The fate of our land is delicately balanced on a razor sharp edge. On one side is freedom of true born Englishmen, and on the other subservience to foreign powers and false religion. It could fall either way. The King's safety and happiness are the keys to our future."
"Do not his guards provide for his safety?" George asked.
"True, but his happiness is harder to insure," Andrew answered. "The King has many children, but Queen cannot meet his needs for a confidant and companion. Our fear is his companion might lead him down the wrong path."
"The King is subject to infatuations," Tom continued. "His youth was difficult. His father murdered, his mother in prison, and then executed. He had no friends, no one he could trust."
"The state marriage to Queen Ann is successful as those things go, but it doesn't provide the love he wants," Andrew said. He turned to Tom. "George may well meet all of the King's needs."
"What makes you think the King will find me attractive?" George asked.
Andrew laughed. "Don't worry about that. I know the King well. You are the perfect knight, handsome and manly. You are well spoken and courtly," he said. "You may have heard of the King's prowess as a horseman? He likes horses and admires a great stallion's privy parts. George, you have the face and the body of a courtier as well as the genitals of a horse. The king could wish for no more."
"The Earl of Somerset had the parts of a rabbit compared to you," Robert added. "A little shorter, but half the diameter. And you are as lusty as one could wish."
"Is lust an advantage?" George asked. "I thought it was a sin?"
"Perhaps whore mongering is a sin, but lust makes a man a man," Andrew replied. "The King is lusty and his seed is potent. Infertility has been the curse of the Tudors. It is not the King's problem. You are what the king wants and Ralph is the perfect servant."
"Me?" I said, shocked that my name came up in the conversation.
"No one can claim the King is indiscreet if a servant is present at all times," Andrew explained. "You, dear Ralph, are insurance against gossip."
"I'm not handsome," I complained.
"The King may love the scampering pony, but he knows the value of the great dray horse too," Andrew explained. "I am not his ideal of manly beauty, but he knows I'm a bull of a man. It is cold here, let us go to bed and get warm."
The gentlemen stripped, washed and went into the great bed, naked. I went to get in bed with Rolf, but he told me to join the gentlemen. He was already in bed with Hugh. Hugh was the perfect servant, I hardly noticed he was there.
"It isn't right," I complained.
"They decide what's right," Rolf said. "Sir Andrew wants you."
I went up to the bed and looked in the curtains.
"Come join us, Master Ralph," Tom said. I climbed into the bed. I was the fifth man, and wile the bed was big, it wasn't that big. I wiggled into a small gap in the mass of naked men. One of the men got up and slid to the bottom of the bed. He took my cock into his mouth.
"Milk him Robert, but save the seed for Tom," Andrew said. "He didn't get much to eat at the table tonight." This wasn't the first time Robert had sucked a cock, I would bet. The worthy gentleman was a master of cock-sucking arts. After a period he moved to the top of the bed. Tom took his place. Andrew was whispering to George.
I couldn't hear all of what Andrew was saying, but involved the King and George's tastes in man sex. Andrew knew George was playful and lusty, full of his own spunk, but it seemed Andrew wanted to know if George had taken another man's seed.
George volunteered he liked man seed if it was fresh. This pleased Tom. "Old seed is like a week old oyster," Tom observed as he took a break from sucking my cock. "From the Orbs, through the Scepter and then down the gullet. It's best when it's still hot."
"The king is proud of his fertility," Andrew whispered. "The Earl of Somerset was never willing to savor the Royal juices. He even wanted the King to worship at his member. The King was displeased."
"He is uncomfortable with man seed?" George asked.
"Not at all," Andrew said. He dropped his voice to a barely audible whisper. "James loves it, but he feels he should ask for it, not be ordered to take it. In the same way, James love the feel of a hard cock up his bum, but he will allow that only after his member had probed his playmate. From both ends, I might add."
"Was this a problem for the Earl?" George asked.
Andrew chuckled. "Not in the least. I know Somerset's Uncle Henry. He told me when a boy Somerset had served his older brothers and cousins with pleasure. Henry Carr was a randy gent if there ever was one. Crude and dirty minded, he seemed to me. Henry told me Somerset loved it and his ass was both exceptionally tight and smooth like silk. He also said Somerset could have played Hamlet. He was a great actor, and no one screwed him without fully believing it he was the first to penetrate the boy's holy of holies."
"Somerset would cry out in pain, then whimper for a while until his moans would change from pain to those of ecstacy," Andrew continued. "Somerset's Uncle Henry was fully convinced, until he discovered his man servant had the same experience, as did Somerset's father! Henry did concede Somerset's interest in older men was genuine."
"Let's get to the point, has your bum hole been stretched by a cock," Andrew asked of George.
"Not successfully," George admitted. "It was with some boys years ago."
"Let me tell you, by the time you leave this bed tonight, you will have been opened up and you will love it," Andrew said.
"How can you be so sure?" George asked.
"You are strong, handsome and ambitious." Andrew said. "Your future depends on it. If you take a cock well, you will reach the stars, if you don't, you will be a prosperous country gentleman, nothing more."
"I don't think I could take yours," George said. I thought exactly the same thing. Few men could take Andrew's huge lance.
"You don't need to take mine, only the king's," Tom said. "And by happenstance, your man, Ralph, has the King's twin. Ralph and the King don't look alike in any way, but their privates are wondrously similar."
"The King is well hung then," George said. I was surprised George even noticed my privates. I was oddly flattered. "You mean if Ralph can fit, the King's will fit too?"
"That in my meaning," Tom said. "But, if you'd like, I'd be more than honored to explore your nether regions. I could be like a new Francis Drake discovering new lands."
"Would you screw me out of loyalty to the king, or to sate your manly lusts?" George asked. It was dark inside the curtained bed, but I knew my master was smiling.
"If you need any help, Dear Tom, I would be your willing accomplice," Robert said. "I can assure you. My motives are purely for king and country!"
"Am I to play the whore?" George asked in mock seriousness.
"Not a whore, Dear George," Andrew said, "think of yourself as the willing student, getting instruction in the arts of manly pleasure."
"I thought I was already a master of those arts."
"George has a point there, Uncle," Robert said. "He is a master cocksman. Indeed, I would judge him a learned Doctor of Lust and Pleasure."
"True, but new discoveries are still being made every day," Andrew added. "You don't need to go to Virginia to discover a new world. Think of me as your guide, your map maker. The voyage maybe rough, but there are rewards and riches at the end. Your member is ready for the trip. Your lusty juices already flow."
Andrew understood George well. The mention of riches and George's love of pleasure were more than enough to overcome his hesitation. I love my master and I was worried my cock would hurt him as I popped into his ass the first time.
That wasn't Andrew's plan. Robert was to be the first, followed by Tom and then me. Robert's cock was thin and long. Tom's meat thicker and mine the thickest of the trio. Each cock would stretch his bum wider, and the way would be eased by the previous man's seed.
The plan was cunningly wrought, but probably didn't need to be so complex. Robert was a gentle man as well as a gentleman. I sucked his cock so it would be covered in spit. Robert's organ was making its own slippery unguent. His cock head was the size of a walnut and popped into George's hole easily. I heard George moan as Robert's member went deep. George growled in a way I had never heard before. I knew Robert had touched some undiscovered parts of my Master's anatomy.
Robert could not hold back for long and soon he deposited his seed deep in George's bowels. Tom was ready. Andrew had sucked him to an erection. I spit on my hand and used on George's ass. I was surprised when he tried to grab my finger with his ass. He was more than ready for Tom. Tom's cock was thicker, but his head was the size of a ripe plumb. George shuddered when the organ pushed through the ring.
Once it was inside, there was no problem. The growls got louder and deeper as Tom pumped. Thomas looked every inch the courier, but once his cock was in George's hole, he turned into crazed bull. With each thrust he picked up speed and force. Robert had been the first in George's ass, but Tom was the first to fuck him.
Tom suddenly stopped. He was perfectly still except when his body would shudder with each shot of man seed. The shuddering stopped and Tom pulled out.
"Ralph, it up to you," George said. "Finish me off."
When my cock touched his hole, he shivered. Man seed and cock juices filled his hole. I planned to take my time, but my member slid in easily. His insides were hot and juicy. As soon as it was in, George squeezed his ass, welcoming me to his body. I had greeted his cock the same way many times.
After taking the seed of the two noble men, I didn't know if he wanted it mixed with the seed of a plain yeoman. He wanted it. I took my time. George would relax when I pushed deep, but then grab my meat as I pulled out. I've got a lot of skin, and when a pulled out the skin would cover my head. When I pushed in, his ass lips would peel back the skin. It was almost as if he was kissing it.
"He's as hard as an English Oak," Andrew said. "All will be well with the King." I didn't know anything about the King, but I did know all was well with the men in Sir Andrew's bed. I fell asleep, but when I woke up Andrew's cock was near my mouth. I rolled over to suck it. Some one began to rub his cock on my buns.
I looked over and saw it was George. Shifting my legs, I opened my ass as I continued to suck Andrew. George never passed an open ass with out trying it out. As I sucked Andrew's cock deep into my mouth, George's cock slid deeply inot my ass. I had a fantastical vision of the two cocks meeting in the middle of my body. They didn't meet, but not for lack of trying.