Warning If you are under the age of 18 or do not agree with man to man sex please do not read further. This is the Chapter 1 continued of a Fantasy story. This is a fictional story not meant to duplicate any person living or deceased, these are strictly Characterizations any resemblance to another is total coincidence.. It has some elements Male erotica that may not fit what some communities deem appropriate. If you are not interested in Gay Male Erotic Stories or you are Under age, I urge you please then do not proceed reading the story, This will be submitted in a series, I hope those of you reading. Comments Let me know and hey........ Enjoy! **************************************************************************** Chapter 2: The Urge to explore
By the time Prol had come home, I was already asleep until I heard him stumble into the house. I could tell he was drunk because the sent of ale wafted up to my loft bed over looking his sleeping area. Long ago he graciously gave me this space that was once his room. I think it was more to keep me out of his way and more importantly out of his sight. I never could figure out why he was so distant from me. I tried very hard to please him. I worked extra hard on the docks, I would make sure to fix his favorite meals and I tried to keep the house spotless, working in the gardens, all the while trying to find time to study my magik. It has been several weeks since I last heard the voice I have been hearing ever since I was a child. The voice that was teaching me to perfect my craft. Well anyhow I lay in bed listening to Prol trudge around below. The moon was full tonight I listened outside on the tree just beyond my window as two morning doves cooed to one another lovingly. To normal people it would have sounded like cooing, but to me it was an intimate conversation, one perhaps I should not be eavesdropping on, but I could not help myself, I wanted to ignore Prol and the noise he was making in his drunken state. I often used my powers to mentally sneak away from misery and loneliness, and besides in a matter of minutes Prol would start in on his drunken morning. He often mourned the loss of his wife and child, that died many many years ago 16 years in fact. My mind was meshed to the Doves when I heard "It is rude to eavesdrop on others conversations" (it was the doves) and with that I heard the flutter of wings as they flew away. I had lost concentration and let my mind linger way to long on their intimate conversations and they felt my presence. I felt ashamed, but then thought to myself "Silly birds, there are more interesting things in this world than a couple of love sick pigeons" Then I heard another voice a deeper voice with a shrill to it "Thanks for scaring away my dinner meddling elf" it was an owl that apparently was stalking the birds in the tree and it too had sensed my presence. I was shocked how did this owl know I had Elf Blood in me? "Silly child" he said "You let your mind linger way to long creating a window in which your presence is felt, and I am an Owl I know many things I have seen many things. You best learn to control this power in you or one day it will bring you harm" with that the owl flew off too. He was right in away and wrong in away. I have pretty much mastered my gift of communicating with nature, well the animals anyway. I was still having trouble mastering earth and the living presence around me. My mind snapped back to Prol whom was by now silent and passed out in the chair below. I was getting ready for our ritual, I often waited for him to pass out in is drunken state and I would let him fall sound asleep and then move him to his bedroom and get him settled for the remainder of the night. This night perhaps was a little different. I climbed down the stairs and my breath caught as I looked at Prol in the darkness he sat near the window and the moonlight shown in illuminating Prol. He seemed to glow. His jet black hair streaked with silver that danced in the moon light. His sun bronzed skin glistened from the dampness of his perspiration. Prol had his sleeves rolled up and his shirt was unbuttoned to the waist, his well defined chest filled out the shirt as the curly black chest hairs peeked through, he was so handsome. I felt a strange twitching in my pants. Prol was much heavier than me and it was no easy task trying to get him out of the chair, I was tempted to leave him there. Somehow I managed to get him up and as I led him to his bed he leaned on me heavily and groaned. I sat Prol down as I stood between his legs, his head fell forward against my chest and he just sort of slid down my stomach. I had to grab him by his collar to keep him from falling onto the floor. With one hand I held him in place and I lifted his shirt. This man was a real stud, looking at him shirtless in the candle light made the bulge in my pants thicken. Prol groaned again and reached up and grabbed my waist to steady himself, With out my help he swung his legs up onto the bed, half awake and half asleep he growled "Boy, help me with my boots", I scrambled down to the foot of the bed, his boots were always hell to get off, but more so when he was drunk it took me a good 15 minutes to get the first off and another 10 on the other. After I took them off I placed them on the front porch. I ran to the well and filled the pail with cool water, some for Prol and some for me. The night air was still and the heat seemed to hang all around every so often an ocean breeze would blow through, that was our saving grace, otherwise we'd bake. Before returning to the house I looked to the sky I could see a million stars, and off in the distance the second moon shown a silvery blue. I always felt a peace come over me when I happen to spy the second moon, for some reason I had a connection to it. Nighttime was my favorite time. The world was quiet and I can think, I would usually do my studying during this time. There was something different in the air tonight I could feel it, but I was unsure what it was, was it me? Was it my surroundings.....I could not tell. I knew I felt different, I felt strange feelings I'd not had before. Watching Prol this morning on the docks made me shift uncomfortably, and yet I could not stop staring. I knew I had unnerved him when he caught me staring, I just could not help myself. I have always had such control over most things in my life my studies of natural magik commanded this, but the feelings I was having recently and more so lately I could not control. To make matters worse the voice that has guided me through my studies was suddenly absent. I had always felt a sense of companionship from the voice, I knew it was the voice of the magik. I often wondered lately if the magik had left me or if perhaps my training was complete. This could not be I still worked to perfect the incantations I was learning. Then suddenly these new feelings appear the voice dulls inside until it is gone. (I was later to learn it was just resting, letting me grow and experience these feelings because it was something I had to go through alone.
Prol, my mind when back to Prol. I hurried back into the house careful not to spill any of the water as I entered his room. I poured some of the water into a basin next to his bed. I then proceeded to begin to unbutton his trousers, my hands were shaking. I had done this many many times before, so why did I suddenly feel apprehension? I perished the thoughts and rolled them down as I pulled his trousers down I could see that his breeches clung to his body from the sweat. The outline of his maleness was very clear, and for some reason I noticed it tonight it seemed huge, even though it was soft and still made a nice bulge in the clingy material. (Breeches are like underwear that Pirates and seafaring men would wear under their trousers.) I looked up Prol's body seeing his curly chest hair covering most of his chest little flecks of silver hair entwined with the coal black hair. My gaze followed the pattern down his abdomen from the hair patch on his chest a curly trail of black led to his belly button and down into his breeches were I could see the dark patch of hair there through the material. I realized my own manhood was rock hard. Now I had learned to jack off a year ago, but I spent very little time doing it. Now I wondered if Prol massaged his own cock. I grabbed a cloth and dipped it into the pail letting the extra water drain off, I placed the cloth over Prol brow, I wiped across his face and neck across his chest. I noticed that his nipple became very hard as I rubbed the cloth over them, and Prol in his sleep would let out little moans of pleasure. This excited me, I continued to rub all over his chest making sure to rub his nipple often. Suddenly that is when I noticed, is manhood was growing. Prol's fly was open and his cock was snaking its way out and up his belly. He was huge, not that I have seen the private parts of men, but when I was younger in my township most of the farm hands men bathed in the local creek. So I had seen my share of soft cock as a child. This was very different though, Prol was much bigger than me and I wondered how he ever got it into his pants. I was had the sudden urge to touch it, but I was afraid, I was scared of these new feelings I felt. I moved down to his thighs with the cloth and wiped down the insides of his thighs and occasionally my hand would touch his balls and when that happened his cock would twitch. It dawned on me that I was giving Prol pleasure, even in is drunken sleep he was aroused by my touch. He had once before long ago gotten aroused, but it was covered then. I was working one day in the hot afternoon sun, the heat was unbearable. I had taken my shirt off and tied my long hair up and off my shoulders. My muscles were tense from moving all the cargo on the docks, every so often I would stretch my shoulders. It was one such moment that I spotted Prol watching me, I have no idea how long he had been watching me load, unload and move cargo. When I noticed him watching me I caught his gaze our eyes locked and for a brief moment he smiled at me, my gaze shifted to his crotch as he was tenting his trousers and it was a substantial bulge. Prol quickly looked away. I was amazed Prol never smiled at me and he barely spoke to me, but that image of his hard cock tenting his trousers burned in my mind. I woke from my memories and my gaze went back to Prol's sleeping face. I could not help it an overwhelming urge swept over me I reached out and ran one finger down the length of his cock, from the large mushroom head and the length outside of the fly and down through the material to the large eggs shaped balls that rested between his thighs hanging just outside of the leg of his breeches. Prol's cock jumped and twitched at my touch. My courage increasing I ran two fingers back up the length I watched as his cock twitched and Prol moaned. He shifted in his sleep, still laying on his back he bent one leg up slightly. This prevented me from reaching his cock. His shifting frightened me and I pulled away I looked into his eyes and he was still asleep, but I though better of playing anymore. I blew out his candle as I dumped the cloth into the water for his bath when he awoke. Prol was dead to the world and he would not awake for many hours now. I suddenly felt the urge to massage my own maleness I climbed to my loft bed and pulled of my trousers. I noticed a big wet spot and soaked through my breeches. My cock was hard and I pulled the waist down to my breeches freeing my 16 year old cock it sprang up its full 7 inches pointing to my chin. I cupped my balls, rolled them around in my palm other hand grabbing the base of my cock I squeezed upward and a clear drop of liquid appeared on the head it felt so good to be rubbing my cock, I stroked up and down slowly at first savoring the tingling feeling in my belly I increased my speed humping my hips up into my fist thrusting harder and harder my breathing became labored as I shot my load up my belly the first few landed up my chest spasms decreased and the shots weakened. I dropped my hips back down to the bead panting heavily, this was a little fast for me normally I take more time to enjoy the feelings I could bring myself, but the fact of seeing Prol hard and actually touching him made me hunger for a quick release. I ran my fingers through my jiz and smeared it all over. For some reason I loved to let my cum dry this way. The Silver moon help me if Prol were to ever catch me. I sighed a deep contented sigh and fell into a deep sleep, the voice of the magik chuckling somewhere off in the distant darkness. I drifted off to sleep contented and dreamed back to my childhood of my days with my mother and father.
I awoke to the ringing of the bell in the store, I looked out my window and the sun was high above the trees "Oh Damn" I over slept. I could hear Prol snoring away. He would be dead to the world for another few hours at least. I grabbed my Robe and ran down to the store (Prol and I lived on the two floors above the store). It was the Captain and one of his crew members. They were a nasty lot. The Captain had the vocabulary of Drunken Troll. Every other words was "Fuck, Damn or Holy Fuck." He was quite comical. After settling the business with the Captain and collecting the money I heated up some water for a hot bath. I felt the dried cum flaking off my belly. It was kinda tacky to wander around that way. I was sitting in the tub of hot water thinking about the Mermaid and wondering if I would see her today. I had very little business to take and Prol had given me 3 days off. I would not do any majik studies today. I spent the day cleaning and preparing for my coming adventure. I had spent most of the day collecting all the things I would need in the small thicket near the beach. When bed time came I was too excited to sleep. As I lay in bed the voice of majik came to me. "Thialon you must rest your journey ahead will be exhausting and you will need much rest for this travel." I decided I would use my time off to wander the forests just beyond the little coastal town I lived in. I have been here for a long time now and I have not really took much adventure. The idea that Mermaids really true beings had me excited. I was curious to know what else was out there. My urge to be in nature had been calling me for weeks, in fact it was a deep longing inside. I felt as though the forest had been too much of a distraction for work, and I had much to prove to Prol. As much as I missed my mother and father I wanted to have some place to call home. I was tired of moving around as often as I had these were my thoughts as I drifted off to sleep, such an uneventful day and did not feel sleepy and yet sleep over took me.
Awoke to the sun just appearing in the horizon, this would indeed be interesting day. I washed and I dried myself off and looked in the mirror, I smiled at my reflection, My eyes were dancing, I was excited at the thought of being in the forest, being in a place I loved surrounded by the sounds, the smells and the creatures I had come to learn so much about. I packed my book of spell, a vile of Mint Palm oil, a candle and some flint. I also packed a sleeping bag some food and water my dagger and I grabbed my walking stick (it was actually a staff with a huge purple orb on the end) this was my weapon of defense. This weekend would be the practice of my first major spell. It is sort of an initiation. I was a little afraid. This weekend I would have to summon the spirit of a Dragon. The trouble is this would be very dangerous. Not only is a dragon hard to summon, but there is almost no way to contain them besides having control over your will power and maintaining that control over the spell. A dragon could easily take advantage of a loss of focus or concentration. That was the least of my worries, although dangerous I had confidence in my power. My fear was the use of such a spell, this would send a change in the atmosphere. Chal might sense the use of magik and if he has any minions in the area they would descend upon me immediately and that I would not be prepared for. Although I have trained in self defense and some warrior tactics I am by no means a warrior like my older brother, I also have quite a few years more of practice before I am even close to being a true magik user. Nevertheless the time has come for me to prove myself to the Majik, I had known for sometime I was in need of this. Mr. Brightwing had told me I was at the cross roads of childhood and being a man, that my learning is truly just beginning, now I will learn more about myself than I ever cared to know and this is where my life will take a turn either for good or bad and those test will be placed before me in time, in the proper places. These were my thoughts as I headed into the forest.
I turned and looked back on the little sea coast village, I knew it would not be the same place I had come to know once I returned from my stay in the woods. I also felt this uneasiness. The thought of losing my care free days of youth, soon I would be heading off to school, Prol had already decided I needed to take Business courses he thought I should do more than work on the docks and because of all of the hard work I have done over the years he was able to save and with the help of the money my father had given him I would be able to extend my education. I on the other hand was eager to find an under ground school of majik users. Mr. Brightwing had promised me when the time was right, and when he could no longer teach me all he knew I would be turned over to those with the power and knowledge to further my studies. This of course meant I would be leaving my home, or the place I had come to know as home. I never thought of Prol as a father, he was more like a guardian. There were still many things about him that were unknown to me....I did not feel like we were close in a father son relationship, and the fact that my own father was alive and well kept the image burning in my head. I was in deep thought and I must have been walking for at least an hour when I stopped I realized I was deep with in the forest. I immediately felt my sense sharpen. I took in a deep breath fill my nose with the smells of the forest. My blood was charged. I placed my things down near a rock. I cleared my mind of all thoughts of the outside world. I visualized myself becoming one with the forest, I felt the earth around my feet, I felt the life beating through the Trees, the flowers, I felt my heart pounding with life and I asked for entrance into this world. I heard a voices on the slight breeze whisper "Welcome Thialon Brightwing, you are home when you are among us you are one of us" that was it, I was accepted the spirit of the forest has allowed me entrance. I found a deer trail and followed it a ways deeper into the woods, suddenly the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. I was being followed, by what I could not tell at the moment. I gathered my thoughts, closed my eyes and I placed my hands against the nearest tree I allowed my mind to meld with the tree I became one with it. "Focus I commanded focus all that surrounds you," slowly visions in my head appeared, with the height of the tree I was able to see not only very high, but very far all around in each direction and nothing seemed out of place I saw deer resting beneath the laurel bushes, I saw a bear digging for roots I even saw a very young Griffon sleeping in its den. I pulled my mind away from the tree. I knelt down do the earth placing my hands in the dirt I again closed my eyes and focused on the path I had been walking, slowly my mind traced back the path I had come, when I was knocked out of my thoughts by a voice "Very good pupil, I am glad to see you are aware of your surroundings, however I have been trailing you for hours and you have only just noticed," It was the voice of Mr.Brightwing, but he was no where in sight usually I could sense him when he was near, but I felt nothing that would tell me it was him. "Mr. Brightwing, I felt a presence long before I entered the deep part of the forest, but I had no idea you were trailing me, " I cried aloud into nothingness, well not knowing which way to direct my reply, this must be a test I assumed. I grabbed a tig hter grip in my staff, still uncertain where this challenge was coming from, unsure what or whom it was. Very tricky indeed to take on the voice of Mr. Brightwing, but not smart enough to cloak their presence. I knew it was not him, but played along not letting on I knew it was not him and all the will engaging the voice "You are very smart Thialon Brightwing, I have been watching you for sometime in this forest" again the voice was around but not obvious, I concentrated, hoping not to give a clue to what I was doing as I mentally attached myself to voice, once I made contact I tried to cloak my thoughts, but I felt a very gentle and non-threatening feeling from the voice. Still it could be a trap. I released the connection as I was unable to determine where it was coming from, I needed to engage the conversation keep it going. All the while I said a small spell of protection to myself. I cast a spell that would snare anyone that tried to sneak upon me, snare them within the vines and thorns of the forest surrounding me. Again the voice spoke "You are too eager to be here, have you asked yourself where are you? Do you know?" the voice was still that of Mr., Brightwing, so I continued to play along "Mr. Brightwing I followed a course which I felt deep inside and thus brought me to this spot. I was granted entrance and I am free to walk among the creatures here. Why would you challenge that?" there I put it out there, not really questioning, but also hinting I knew something was a foot. Yet again the voice spoke "You are indeed a smart boy, and powerful too, I see you have taking to the majik well," this time I was able to latch on to the voice, and the image that appeared startled me, how could it be? This was too strange.....the image was that of the Mermaid I had seen a two days ago, who could it be? "Very good" the voice said, "you have found me" and out of the forest walked a unicorn, a white unicorn with a long golden and green mane that sparkled in the dappled sunlight.....I was speechless I did not know what to say. I grabbed a hold of my staff even tighter ready to defend myself. As the unicorn walked closer, she was suddenly had vines wrapped around her 4 legs lifting her in the air. Trapped and terrified she screamed "What have you done, let me go!" the look of terror in the unicorns eyes turned to amusement when she realized she was caught in a spell I had cast she laughed "You are smart!" just as she said this she changed shape, into that of a girl, the vines lost their grip and she dropped to the ground. Picking herself up, she flashed her beautiful green eyes and me and tossed her long golden hair of her shoulder, I was again shocked "Don't be so surprised Thialon, you are not the only one in this world that knows a type of magik" and with a laugh she ran off into the forest. I ran after her "Who are you? What are you?" but she was gone, I could her that silly giggle of the mermaid, only now it danced among the leaves of the forest. " In time you will come to know who I am, but for now I must return home, we will meet again and sooner than you think" she said. Then there was silence.....again I said to myself how bizarre. This mermaid was capturing all of my attention, just when she was out of my mind, somehow bang there she was. Well, now at least know I knew she was not a real Unicorn, they do not change form from Human to horse and back again. Or do they? Boy I had so much more to learn about life and the unknown creatures in it. **************************************************************************** Are you still with me? LOL, Thank you to all that have e-mailed their enjoyment of my story. I hope you have enjoyed it this far, so keep the e-mails coming my way. Let me know what you think good, bad or ugly or just say Hi if you'd like don't be shy. Rude flames will be ignored, All others thanks for the support, if ya wanna drop me a line at: Amanteguy@aol.com, feel free. Thanks again, AG