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====================== The Village of Powder Hills ======================
Chapter 1: Introductions --------------------------------
The sweet scent of baking bread wafted through the village from the Powder Hills Inn. A rooster scuttled across a clearing in lustful pursuit of a hen, only to find the hen turn around abruptly and head straight for it. Thinking the hen had become tired of the daily pursuit, it stopped, but soon realised that self-preservation was the order of the day, as a meat cleaver just missed its bobbing head. In a flutter of feathers the rooster hastily followed the hen into a nearby brush to hide. There the two fowls quietly clucked with heaving breasts, and the rooster seizing the moment pounced on the hen to perform his daily duties.
A kilometre down the road a hammer rung out on an anvil, as the Blacksmith in his forge pounded on the blade for a farmer's plough. In the room above the forge a young man startled awake, and realising he had overslept, quickly tried to rise. Only his legs were being pinned down by those of another. He tried rousing his sleeping companion, but he just mumbled something unintelligible and snuggled closer. The snuggling continued, but was replaced by his hard cock rubbing rhythmically against the young man's thigh. The young man reached between his sleeping companion's legs, and playfully flicked his balls. His bed partner opened his eyes in protest, and was about to speak when the young man quickly covered his mouth.
"We are late for our chores, Rohan," he whispered, and the clang of the anvil reinforced the importance of his statement.
With much haste and as quietly as possible the two young men proceeded to dress. Clothes flew between the two as they came upon an item of clothing that belonged to the other until both were clothed. Rohan was then playfully dragged across the room, given a very lustful kiss, and pushed out the large window onto a waiting stack of hay. Rohan landed with a thud, and with a giggle of joy went running towards the village.
"You're late, boy," said the Blacksmith, as the young man descended the stairs into the forge, before pounding at the blade and cooling it in a nearby water trough with a hiss.
"And Callum, I would suggest that the next time you have a sleeping mate, that they are gone before I enter the forge, although the two of you did look rather cute sleeping together," said the Blacksmith with a mischievous grin, as Callum cheeks reddened.
Callum wanted to give an apology or something, but he could not think of anything to say. He kicked himself mentally for not realising that the Blacksmith would have checked to see why he had not started stoking the forge fires before his arrival. He was a bit embarrassed that Tom would have found Rohan snuggling his heavily muscled seventeen year old body. Callum looked at his reflection in a nearby piece of polished steel, and attempted to tame his unruly blond hair.
"Oh, come on boy, stop primping like a peacock, and get your bib on and help me," said Tom good-heartedly.
Meanwhile, Rohan sprinted down the road whooping every now and again with joy until he reached the village. His final whoop startled the rooster and hen from hiding who darted across the clearing, and into an adjacent brush. He made his way to the Inn's kitchen door, and opening it quietly stuck his head inside. He saw no-one, and entered, but just as he was about to ascend the stairs to his room, a finger tapped him on his shoulder. He startled in fright, and hit his head on the low beam of the doorway over the stairs. His hand went to rub his head, as he cautiously turned around. A smile broke across his face as he saw the girl standing in front of him.
"And" she asked, with her hands on her hips. She really was adopting the mannerisms of their mother. "And, what?" Rohan smilingly said while his sister gave him the evil eye. "Oh, please," she said rolling her eyes. "Did you sleep with Callum? God, I hope so, because the way you stare at him each and every night is rather pitiful. Not to mention that constant tent in your pants is making the patrons horny, so Rachel and I seem to spend the whole night slapping away men's roaming hands. Oh, yes, and if you didn't sleep with him, then Dad and I were talking about having you castrated, because you obviously have no need for your balls."
Instinctively, Rohan's hands went to his crotch before he could stop himself, to the snicker of laughter from his sister. "Oh, you are so evil, you know that right?" After no response from his sister other than a coy smile, he simple said, "If you must know, yes, and I think it was three or maybe four times we did it before I fell asleep exhausted in his arms."
"Ah, that is so sweet, honey," came a jovial voice from behind his sister. "I am hoping that this was Callum, because I was thinking of locking the two of you naked in a room for a week in the hopes that you would finally act on your interest for the boy. But I see you've already had a roll in the hay, if only I had known it would only have taken a bale of hay." She said this while reaching for his hair, and brushing off some of the hay from his fall in the haystack.
Before Rohan could respond his mother and sister broke into hysterical laughter. He stood there glaring at them. To compound his embarrassment his father entered the kitchen carrying some empty ale jugs. And in between gasps of laughter his mother recounted her understanding of what had transpired. Rohan, throwing his hands in the air when his father joined the laughter, turned and made his way to his room to quickly complete his daily ablutions and prepare for his chores.
He was washing his smooth, toned body with the warm water from the wash basin when his cock began to expand from his thoughts of Callum's hot sweaty body grinding against his own. His fingers lingered on his `boy pussy' as Callum called it, and realised it was only slightly tender. The feeling of fullness that he had felt when Callum entered him last night had been amazing. And entering Callum in turn had been incredible. He couldn't believe how tight it felt. How warm it felt. How amazing it felt. He began to stimulate his hard cock with vigor and was on the edge of climax when a loud banging was followed by his sister entering his room without asking. Rohan was past the point of no return, so could not stop three long streams of sperm, and a few smaller ones shooting from his hard cock.
|Geez, bro, I'd think you'd want to keep that for Callum's tight little bubble bum, or wait does he use your little bum?" she said slapping his naked bum before plonking down on his soft bed. Rohan was about to respond, but than his sister said, "And impressive equipment there little bro."
With a groan he turned and washed the spunk from his body. When he turned around his sister had another comment, "Hey, where'd it go?"
"Geez, Caley, I think you need a man, or something." Rohan walked naked past his sister. He retrieved some fresh clothing from his closet, and dressed. Turning around after dressing, he stared at his sister who lay sprawled out on his bed staring at the ceiling. Her curly brown hair had fanned out, and she looked really beautiful, no stunning. He understood why all the men tried to get her interested in them, but they all knew the law. The decree of the land stated that a woman could only be courted from her seventeenth birthday, and had to be married by her eighteenth; either of her own choosing, or by decision of the local village council. A number of men from Powder Hills and the neighbouring country-side had already expressed their interest in Caley to her father, but he had just laughed at them, and said his daughter had a mind of her own and would decide.
His sister rolled over, and looking at him said, "that's a much more respectable way to greet your sister as a guest in your room, oh, yeah, and it will have to be something', because <sigh> no man can touch me till I'm seventeen. I'm really envious of you. But only two months to wait, yipe! Maybe you should take that cock of yours and use it as a mould for the something'. That should be quite adequate for my needs.
"Oh, yeah, Dad says you're to restock the firewood, wash down the bar, and fix the damage from last night's brawl. Old Jeremiah was his usual self and insulted some travelling merchants. And maybe you should clean up the sperm you wasted on the floor. Wouldn't want Mom wondering what the stain on the floor is from."
Caley jumped from the bed, pecked her brother on the cheek, and was out of his room before he could even find the words to respond. With an evil thought, he resolved that he would use his carpentry set he'd received for his fifteenth birthday two months ago and do exactly what his sister wanted and make a mould of his erect cock. That should shut her up, then thinking about it û he realised that she'd probably mount it on the bar so everyone could see it, and declare that it was a replica of this cock. Maybe on second thoughts it wasn't a good idea. She always did seem to outsmart him.
Rohan was walking out the door of this room when his eye caught his reflection in the mirror. He thought he had seen something. Maybe he still had straw in his hair, although he thought he had rubbed it all out. His light brown eyes scanned his black hair, and then he noticed it. Thank, God, no one had noticed that his hair was caked with cum on the one side of this face. He moved over to the wash basin, and quickly rinsed his hair. His hair was slightly damp when he descended the stairs. His father was walking into the kitchen from the common room when Rohan took the last step into the kitchen.
"Did Caley tell you about the chores to be done?" "Yes, Sir," answered Rohan, heading for the common room. "Wait, leave that, change of plans. Three of the ale barrels I bought last week are off. I'd like you to go to Two Springs, and have them swopped for us. And while you are there, you can get us some extra provisions. Old Jeremiah reckons his ancient bones are aching, which means a storm is brewing. You can go this afternoon, and then come back at first light tomorrow."
"Spend the night in Two Springs?" asked Rohan with conflicting emotions. On the one hand going to Two Springs was an adventure, but on the other hand he had hoped to have a repeat performance with Callum. His cock developed a semi just thinking about Callum.
"Yes, you are spending the night, and I've asked Brenan if he can spare his brothers for the afternoon, and morning, so they will be accompanying you. It's a lot safer if there are three of you travelling together. And those two boys with their bulging muscles can be quite intimidating. You don't mind sharing a room at Uncle Sila's Inn in Two Springs for the night with them do you?"
Rohan liked Jason and Mikhail. They had always been kind to him, and even though they were seven years older than him, had always been happy to spend time with him. His dad was right about their size. They were large in all accounts. Their muscles were well developed from working long hard hours on their family farm. With a grin on his face, Rohan realised he would see them naked this evening, and finally see what they kept hidden in their breeches.
"Rohan, I asked you a question." "No, I don't mind." "Good, let's go down to the cellar, and bring up the first cask of ale," said Rohan's father, as he exited the kitchen door.
Rohan followed him outside to two large cellar doors. They could have entered the cellar from the kitchen, but the barrels were two large and heavy to be navigated up the narrow kitchen stairs. Rohan's father opened the doors, and they began heaving and pushing the first of the three barrels up the ramp to the waiting wagon. It was hard work, and if it wasn't for the ingenious devices that the Blacksmith, Tom, had developed they would never have been able to move them on their own. By the time they had the three barrels loaded onto the Inn's wagon, Rohan had long ago tossed aside his sweat soaked shirt. His father was likewise covered in sweat, and stood panting next to the wagon when they were done. Caley appeared from the kitchen with some cold water and lemon. Both Rohan and his father guzzled down the water. Rohan was going to thank his sister, but noticed that she was staring at something behind him. He turned, and saw Jason and Mikhail racing towards the Inn on two black horses. They looked so strong and powerful on their horses.
They both greeted Caley with a kiss on her cheek, and a hand held out to the innkeeper after they had dismounted from their horses. Rohan was feeling a little left out, but Jason picked him up off his feet, and gave him a big bear hug and a peck on the cheek. He then handed him to his brother like you would a little child. He also hugged him tight.
Mikhail kissed him on the cheek, and whispering in his ear said, "Hmm, you look good enough to eat when you are all sweaty. Your muscles are coming along nicely, they make you so sexy," he said after which he nibbled on Rohan's ear. Rohan could not help, but let out a soft moan. It had been Callum who had found out the previous night that nibbling on Rohan's ears made him super horny. Only Jason saw the exchange between Rohan and his brother, as Caley and her father had their backs turned to the two and were asking him if there was any news from their farm. Jason had a very good feeling that Caley would choose him when it was time for her to join with someone. Actually, he was hoping and praying it would be him. He was completely and utterly in love with Caley, but then again so were most of the eligible bachelors in the village.
As Jason watched, Rohan said something, untangled himself from Mikhail and grabbing his shirt he ran into the kitchen.
"Rohan's just going to go and freshen up, and then we can be on our way", Mikhail said.
They spoke about various topics for a little while, until Mikhail asked Caley, "So, not long to go now, so are you starting to plot and plan about who's heart you are going to break and who's heart you are going to capture?"
"No, I will see when the time comes," said Caley, as she twirled her hair around her finger like she used to do when she had done something wrong when she was little. Caley's father, and the brothers picked up on the action, and her father said good-naturedly, "oh, please you and your Mom are always planning, scheming and plotting." The men all broke out into laughter.
It was at this moment, that Rohan exited the kitchen, and thinking that his sister had mentioned the loss of his virginity and that everyone was laughing at him said, "ah, come on Caley, please don't tell everyone."
"Tell everyone what, little man," asked Jason.
Rohan's father was about to say something about him and Callum, when Caley elbowed him in the ribs. "Okay, I get it, Dad be quiet," he said rubbing his side where he had been elbowed. This led to more laughter.
Rohan breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that his sister had not blabbed about him and Callum. It might have been a little too uncomfortable at his uncle's inn that evening if she had told them. They readied themselves for the trip and all said their goodbyes. Caley seemed to linger on her farewell to Mikhail, and whispered something in his ear. This confused Rohan, because he was sure that Caley was interested in Jason. But then they were twins, and he had to admit, that with their identical curly black hair and piercing green eyes many people could not tell them apart. Although, their personalities and the fact that he had known them since he was little meant that he could easily tell them apart. When he was little they used to try and trick him, but he always guessed the right name for the right brother. Maybe she hadn't made up her mind between the two. He just hoped that she didn't start a feud or something stupid between the brothers. Then again it would not be the first time that something like that had happened at Powder Hills.
Whilst Rohan and the brothers made their way towards Two Springs, Callum was walking the six kilometres to the brothers' farm with the plough blade inside a bag strapped on his back. He had set out just after Tom had finished fixing the blade. It was heavy, and took him some time to walk the distance to the farm. Hot, sweaty, and exhausted he arrived at the farmhouse in the early afternoon. He quickly took off the bag and placed, no dropped it onto the porch. His shoulders and back were aching from the exertion. He pulled off his shirt, and dipped his head in the water trough close to the farmhouse.
Rubbing his shoulders he entered the farmhouse. It was uncharacteristically quiet. Maybe, they were in the barn or the fields. He took some milk from the pantry and drank it while nibbling on some biscuits that he had found. He had missed breakfast and lunch, and was starving. Walking out to the porch nibbling and alternatively drinking the milk, he scanned the farmyard and surrounding lands. The brothers were nowhere in sight. He was just about to turn around when two strong arms wrapped themselves around his body, and someone nibbled on his neck. He could feel the naked warm torso of a man pushing up against his back.
"I am hoping that this is Brenan biting my neck, or I am in serious trouble," Callum said enjoying the feeling of the two strong arms wrapped around him. "You may still get into all sorts of trouble," Brenan growled turning Callum's head so he could kiss him. "Hmm, you taste like cookies and cream." Callum turned around. "Oh, hello, what do we have here," he said with his eye brows bouncing up and down whilst surveying Brenan's naked body.
Brenan was just as muscled as the twins, and although he was 28 looked in excellent shape from the hard work on the farm. His face was squarer than those of the twins, and he sported brown hair and eyes. Brenan in turn looked over the sweaty young boy; no check that, man, in front of him. Callum was strikingly handsome with blue eyes, crimson lips, and a very mischievous face. He had never learnt the circumstances of Callum's arrival in the village at the age of twelve. One morning he just seemed to be at the Inn. The Innkeepers wife had taken him in for a year, and then at thirteen he moved to the blacksmith and learning his trade.
Callum trailed a finger over the smooth muscles, and took Brenan's soft, fat, heavy cock in his hand. He squeezed it, which elicited a slight moan from Brenan. A smile crossed Callum's face as he licked his lips and remembered the first time that he had held this beautiful cock in his hands.
[...to be continued...Ch.2]
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