"Paul's Redemption" by Vince Water (part 1) UNFINISHED February 13, 2006 This story (in two parts) compliments the 'Man-beasts Turn to A Boy' series and accounts the life of Brandon's brother, Paul. His boyhood years on the farm. As a teen, the horrors of war he witnessed that hardens the man he becomes. He's made a captain of the King's Army at age nineteen. The tragic role he's played during the years of conflict between Grish and the humans could yet be redeemed with a brave act. Paul must love an enemy and turn against his King. - A Farming Family - Paul was the third son of Royston and Meredith. Lector had been the first born. Toomey arrived two years after that with Paul coming the following winter. Those three boys would grow up stout of body and dark haired like their father. A farmstead needed strong lads to help their parents manage it. Their final son, Brandon, was a sickly child. He was nearly four years junior to his closest aged brother. A golden haired boy. Roy doubted that he'd sired the child in spite of his wife's assurance of being faithful to their marriage. Little Bran was closely tended to by his mother until five years of age. Paul then took care of him that freed Meredith to help her husband and two eldest sons in the fields. They grew barely and corn which was milled in the village. Brayton was a major agricultural center and stopover for travelers in its day before the War. The king's stone fortress, Castle Royale, lay a fortnight to the north or a four days ride by speeding horse. Paul and Bran had always been very close. Their parents and two older brothers were busy with farm work while they mostly played all day. Only simple chores were given them such as gathering hen eggs or dropping hay from the loft to feed their livestock. These two young boys slept together on a cot in the side room. Their house only had two bedrooms; parents in one and the two eldest brothers were in the other. That suited Paul and Bran. On many a night, they were thrilling each other's stiffs in hand. +++ Their nightly game began that would help both boys fall asleep. Paul laid on his right side close to Bran. They slept naked on their cot in the side room. A thick quilt blanket staved off the cold and it also prevented anyone from spying on their act. Little hands were clutched around the other's pole. They'd grown stiff and filled with pleasure from being handled. Bran knew it was naughty. That only added to his enjoyment when his brother's hand brought him to a thrilling climax. Paul knew he'd achieved that for his little brother when feeling that stub of a pole throbbing against his palm while breaths raced through Bran's mouth nearly touching his. They didn't kiss. Only girls liked to. Yuck! Bran returned the pleasure for his older brother as best he could. His hand wasn't strong. It ached him from weariness when beating over Paul's dick after a while. He'd been given several thrilling handlings to the one for his brother. Paul never scolded him about that. "Tired?" Brandon let go of Paul's erection and stretched out his aching fingers. "A little." That was the signal for them to go to sleep. He closed his eyes. Paul held his brother close with a grin on his face. Their nightly game was one of the more pleasurable duties in tending to Bran. He'd learned to talk only last year. His bouts of sickness were lessening and he was remembering the things taught him such as dressing himself and performing chores. That got Paul out of the more arduous farm work but he was ragged on by Toomey in resentment. Someone had to look after little Bran! +++ Their father mostly ignored his youngest son. Even as busy as the man was with farm duties, he couldn't seem to find time to be with Bran. His two eldest sons were often toiling beside him but they enjoyed outings to hunt, fish or explore. Paul suspected that his father didn't like Bran or maybe with the boy being sickly, felt that reflected badly on him. He too was shunned by their father. Was that because he was always with Bran to take care of him? Paul didn't know. Though he was younger than his two brothers, his body showed the promise of getting big and strong to help out with the farm work when he grew up some more. His hair was black like Lector and Toomey's. They shared similar facial features; the three boys were younger versions of their father. That wasn't so with Bran. He had a pretty face like a girl's. Curly golden hair. His body was frail and his mind was too, taking him a long time to learn things that caused their mother concern. Paul saw beyond Brandon's failings to appreciate his beautiful spirit and the sensitive person that he was. He loved his brother dearly. Paul daydreamed about becoming a Sworn to the King. Only the best of the best at swords play could join their ranks to protect Vandemar. The boy often took up a stick to swing it about, stabbing at bales of hay or trees, and he blunted counterblows onto his shield. He knew to practice switching weapon and shield hand. True swordsmen couldn't rely on the preferred right hand in case it became injured during battle. A barrel top fitted with a leather thong served him as a shield. He fended off little Bran's stick thrusts while striking back at an imaginary enemy beside him. The boy was becoming quite deft. That fed his hope of kneeling one day before the King. For now, Paul was stuck on the farm. He didn't venture far because Bran couldn't walk the distances needed to reach the woods or even to the village though they wouldn't dare enter it without a parent attending them. Not that Paul feared ill from the many travelers passing through. It was the village boys. They looked down on 'ignorant' farm boys and razed them when they could. +++ There were numerous ponds dotting the countryside. Paul and Bran often enjoyed swims during the hot summers. When drying off on the bank, they played at swords by stabbing their erections onto body parts. It was thrilling to poke each other's bellies, sides, and butts. Even though his little brother was nearly four years younger, they both had the same reach though Paul's 'sword' could land a heavier blow due to its thickness. They always ended battle with a thrilling 'swords' rubbing. Sometimes, Paul left his little brother at the pond to venture off for an hour or two. Bran promised not to swim alone. He could nearly reach the woods to explore but always turned back in fear. Little Bran could not be left alone for long. Some village boys had their way with the boy once that left Bran naked, bruised and crying up a storm. After that, they stayed away from those ponds nearest Brayton. Yet a man found little Bran alone on the pond's bank. He swam with the King's swordsman since it wasn't breaking his promise to Paul. It was one of the funniest days the boy ever had. Kempler was like the father he'd always wished for by played with him and telling interesting stories of far away places. While they dried off on the grass, man and boy played 'swords' with their butts as target. Brandon ended up with a wet one. Kemp didn't sheathe his too deeply in him. The boy managed to tip his little 'sword' into the man's hole that felt real thrilling. When Paul returned from his foray, he wasn't told anything about Kempler. Bran feared that his brother would be jealous that he'd met a Sworn to the King while he missed out. A black colored man at that. Paul probably wouldn't have believed him anyway. The brothers swam. When drying off on the bank, Paul wondered why Bran tried turning him around to stick his 'sword' between his butt cheeks. He didn't allow it. A swordsman never exposed his vulnerable backside to an enemy. +++ Newfound freedoms were opened to Paul at age eleven. He no longer had to constantly watch his seven year old brother but could enjoy forays into the wide expanses around Brayton. The boy explored. He liked walking through the woods, meet with travelers passing through Brayton who satisfied his starving curiosity about the outside world, and sometimes he spied upon a company of the Sworn! They rode proudly by as he cheered along with the crowd. He dreamed one day of joining those men in glorious battle. Without a second shadow always chasing his, Paul was able to venture farther from home to explore. A horse could reach as far as Dead Man's Bog. He tested his wits by finding his way into its heart and through it! No boy had ever claimed doing that before. Not even men who had to ride miles around the bog to reach Easterly Forest where there was good hunting. When Paul couldn't sneak away from the farm with a horse, he swam in the ponds. Alone. He didn't resent having to take care of Bran. It was just nice to be alone sometimes and do fun things that didn't involve his little brother all the time. Paul's older brothers were kept busy alongside their parents in the fields. They weren't any fun. Lector was a stern teenager who always treated him like a little kid. Only three years separated them in age. He was the eldest son and father's favorite so Paul understood why he acted bigger than the pants he wore. Toomey was insufferable! He was only a year older than himself but at twelve, underwent a spurt in growth that proved a terror to Paul. He was always losing in their fist fights. Toomey dared not take up a stick sword against him because he could best his older brother at that. What goaded Paul's anger was the constant teasing. His remarks about him being so close to Bran as if they were boyfriend and girlfriend had hit home. They were close, but they didn't kiss when doing the naked stuff together. Toomey was often patting his butt. He said it was shapely like a girl's and that his dick was small like Bran's. That wasn't so! He popped a much longer erection than his little brother. Toomey could shoot from his. He'd proved that during their naked wrestling when Paul was held to the ground. It taught him something though. A belly rub felt good. He showed Bran that there was another way to pleasure their erections together. +++ An older village boy showed Paul more male pleasure rites. It'd been a chance encounter when Reginald joined him in the pond for a cool swim. That boy didn't look down on him like the other villagers. They enjoyed water games, talked about things and grew to like each other a lot. Yet it wasn't a true friendship between them. Reginald lusted for him as all. Paul discovered that when they'd left the pond to dry out in the sun. The older boy had popped a boner. What a proud manly display! He had groin hair above a thickly skinned cock that retained its foreskin. A big sac of balls hung down between his legs. They were filled with seed. Paul was shown sex acts that emptied them. Handling their dicks led to sucking. He couldn't shoot from his loins but Reginald did. After drinking the boy's sperm, his own pole was sucked on. Paul enjoyed those intense thrills. The boys were meeting often at the pond. Not always to swim. Reginald needed his sexual release that Paul eagerly brought out in his hand, between their bellies or in his mouth. He didn't think of himself as acting like a girl because they weren't kissing. On the mouth that is. Reginald's lips would enjoy all of his naked parts: long slim pole, balls, and the rear part of his body. Getting his butt kissed felt very thrilling. One afternoon, Paul was forced to endure Reginald's manly act. He didn't suspect that getting his hole licked was in preparation. That felt so good to the boy as he writhed over the grass but then came the painful part. The older boy laid over his back and stuck his big cock in. Paul tried to resist but he was no match in strength to Reginald who held his arms down to the ground. He ended up with sperm in his butt. At least he wouldn't be given a baby because of it. Afterwards, a copper coin had been given Paul to appease his anger. He avoided the ponds after that. Paul continued to enjoy doing naked stuff with his little brother. Those acts didn't make him gay. He'd been born that way. Reginald had been all too happy to teach the ignorant farm boy about sex (while relieving his cock). In turn, Paul 'practiced' with Bran. At eight, the boy's memories of what they'd done together at night had grown dim in later life. Paul remembered though. It would shape what he'll do as a man. For now, he was only twelve and did what boys did at that age. "I can show you something neat." "Like what?" Brandon asked while panting for breath. They'd been enjoying a belly rub that had thrilled their poles. Paul didn't answer him in words but ducked his head under their blanket. Bran gasped in surprise. He felt a wet sensation around his pole that made him realize what his brother was doing to him. The tickly thrills were like nothing he'd ever experienced before! He was forced to stab through Paul's mouth when his butt was pulled on. In only a few heartbeats, his erection surged. They were soon facing each other again. "Where did you learn that?" It had never occurred to Bran that a boy would do that to another boy. "Reginald showed me," answered Paul. He'd been reluctant to reveal that to his little brother but he's proved that he can keep secrets. Their mother never found out about their nightly games. Lector and Toomey saw them handle each other's stiffs in the tub on wash days. They mostly ignored it. Paul decided to tell his brother more. "He could squirt in my mouth. That was real thrilling." Brandon giggled. When his brother didn't join him, he realized that Paul and Reginald were closer in friendship than he liked. Jealousy arose in Bran. Whatever that fifteen year old village boy could do for his brother, he would to keep him. Weren't they like two peas in a pod? "I'll squirt for you." Paul laughed. "You can't." "Yes I can!" Brandon pulled on his brother's head to get it back under their blanket. He felt heated breaths against his belly. Then his pole was swallowed. No stabbing this time; Bran concentrated on getting himself to piss. He did a little. Paul drank his urine and then pulled over his butt. That led to a thrilling climax where Bran cried out in his high pitched voice. "Now suck on mine." Brandon wondered if he should. Paul's hands grasped his head and pulled on it, leading him down to where his dick was standing along his belly. He smelled the lime skin odor from his brother's groin. It excited him. His nose pressed onto Paul's erection that was longer than his own. "Kiss me there." Brandon already was. He mouthed over his brother's stiffness that seemed a very naughty act! Not that he was doing to deny Paul who'd sucked on his pole. Twice. With an urgent pulling of his head, Bran's lips were brought up until he felt Paul's knob against them. He shyly opened his mouth. Paul forced his little brother to swallow his all. That resulted in Bran gagging bad. His groin was urgently pushed on that slipped his erection out. Breaths cooled him there. "Sorry. Can you try it again?" Brandon held his brother's hard dick. After giving it a few pulls, he opened his mouth to take in Paul's knob. His right hand pressed firmly against Paul's groin to prevent him from stabbing in too deep. There was a taste. It was kind of like eating aged fat. More of his brother's dick slipped into his mouth until he'd taken about half of it. His tongue curled around the lower shaft. He kept his teeth raised to prevent scraping them against it. A warm liquid filled Brandon's mouth. He'd never drank piss before but it wasn't bad, tasting like strong tea. The boy swallowed again and again. "Suck on me," Paul asked in a trembling voice. Wasn't that what he was already doing?! Oh. He remembered how Paul bobbed against his groin earlier. Just as a hand moved up and down along the dick's skin, his lips were supposed to do that same thing. Bran tried it. Paul was squirming against the bed. He was enduring that intense tickly sensation from getting sucked. Reginald had taken all of his dick into his mouth and forced him to stab forward with a strong grip over his butt. He'd achieved climax real quick. What his brother was doing was a more timid act. Only half swallowing his erection (that he still grasped in hand) while his right hand pressed against his groin. As confidence grew in Brandon, he took more of his brother's erection into his mouth. The sensation was strange yet very thrilling for him. Paul obviously liked it because he was moaning through his nose. He began to stab. Bran feared gagging but his right hand prevented his brother's long dick from spearing into his tonsils again. What a naughty thing for them to be doing! The thrills built up in Paul. He kept his stabs in check while his hands around Bran's head urged the boy to suck him faster. The blanket covering them brushed against his humping butt. That enhanced his pleasure, especially when he imagined that it was his brother's hands gripping his cheeks. That's what Reginald did. After achieving a dry climax, he serviced that older boy. It was with shock then growing pride when he drank Reginald's release at the end. His brother and him were too young for that. Sperming that is. Bran's left hand was getting wet from his slobbering. He grasped the lower shaft to Paul's dick. Most of it was fit in his mouth. Wow. He took stab after stab and it felt like his brother was getting very stiff when he was nearing his ending thrills. He'd never noticed that before when only handling him. A sharp exhale! It turned into a wail and Paul's erection throbbed strongly in Bran's mouth. Their little bodies relaxed. Bran lifted his head until it stuck out from the blanket. He breathed in the cool night air. Paul hugged him suddenly. That mashed their dicks together with a swift thrill enjoyed by the younger boy. He cried out. "Again?" Paul asked teasingly. His little brother was often crying out from their nightly games, especially when they hugged tight. He reached low for Bran's butt and pulled over it. His own butt was held. It was a nice part of a boy's body; cheeks felt warm and soft with an exciting flexing to them. Paul's dick was thrilled by their rubbing. He released a sharp breath joined by Bran's loud outcry. Both boys panted with relief. Yawns sprang from Brandon. He'd been given lots of thrills that left him feeling weary enough to go to sleep. Paul smiled. He heard his brother's gentle snoring. After holding Bran for a while, he dared to do something more with him. It was a really naughty act Reginald had shown him. His fingers slipped into that little butt to find its hole. So tight! He rubbed over it, wondering if he could fit in there. Brandon was gently set over on his stomach. While the blanket covered them, Paul positioned himself over his brother. He listened for Bran's snoring. Then his hands fondled them warm cheeks while his dick stood along his belly. It wasn't so much from lust but to see if he could stick into a butt hole and find out why Reginald had enjoyed his so much. Paul didn't like being under that older boy's power. He'd always been the one in control for having taken care of Brandon. They'd grown real close. His older brothers were distant towards him. Even mean. Toomey was often putting him down and punching him from spite. Lector stopped that sometimes but more to keep the peace in their family than out of brotherly love. Both boys acted so big. They were joining their father in farming duties as if they were 'men' but only a few years separated him from them dumb brothers. Reginald had acted like a man. Now, Paul would be one with his little brother. Under the blanket, Bran's butt couldn't be seen. It felt so small in his hands with nicely shaped cheeks like a girl's. Paul leaned down to kiss over them. He'd let Reginald kiss his butt and lick inside. Deep. Having that part of his body kissed had felt thrilling but he didn't suspect that the older boy would rape him. That's what he was about to do to Bran. Paul licked deeper into his brother's hole. It was smelly but that musky scent only enflamed him to try performing an adult act. He crouched over Bran's unsuspecting butt. After making sure that he was still fast asleep, Paul gently stuck his dick into that spit slick hole. A thrilling tightness was felt around his knob. When he began to stab, the boy under him cried out as if from a bad dream so he pulled out. Brandon was slowly turned onto his side. Paul soothed his little brother by rubbing over his chest. He'd done that before to ease Bran's troubled sleep. Snoring followed. Paul lowered his left hand down to grasp the boy's tummy. He pulled on it. Stabbing between his little cheeks still felt good so he didn't try sticking up his hole. He's break Brandon in slowly. Reginald had gone for it right away that had left his butt hurting bad. +++ Paul avoided going to the village (most farm boys did) or running into Reginald at the ponds. He'd learned enough from that older boy. Bran enjoyed being naked with him though Paul didn't try sticking into his butt again. He loved his little brother too much to cause him any pain. One night, something happened that changed his thinking about it. The brothers were playing their new game. Paul and Bran laid head to foot under their blanket to suck on each other's erections at the same time. That led to thrills more sharply achieved than to simply handle each other or belly rub. Bran felt a strong throb in his mouth. That wasn't what surprised him but the stickiness over his tongue. "You squirted!" exclaimed Bran. Paul wasn't trying to piss in his brother's mouth but he'd felt a release from his pole. Never had his thrills felt so intense. "It tastes sweet." Bran pulled on his brother's butt to get him stabbing again. He'd since learned to take all of Paul's erection into his mouth without gagging after lots of practice. He wanted to drink more sugar piss. Paul stabbed some more and squirted. He was sure now. Being able to sperm proved that he was becoming a man. Pride filled him. Bran was still too young to come out from his pole but he enjoyed their belly rubs. Paul fell asleep. His manly act had been tiring for him. When Paul could get alone the next day (in the hay loft), he jerked off. Squirts came from his dick. What the boy saw covering his palm had disappointed him. It wasn't sperm but a clear release. Reginald's had been thick and white. Paul thought that being able to squirt anything was because he'd swallowed the boy's sperm or more likely, from getting his butt filled with it. He went back to the ponds looking for Reginald. Those two boys went back to having sex. Paul was proud that his pole could squirt. He sucked the older boy's cock to drink sperm. He even let Reginald shoot in his butt though he wasn't given that same pleasure. The reason given was because Paul wasn't a man yet. With little Bran, Paul could perform as a man. The boys thrilled each other from sucking and a belly rub. When Bran fell asleep, his butt was kissed and its tight hole licked in preparation. Paul squirted in it from his shallow stabs. Then he turned his brother onto his side and held him close. His dick could fit all the way in Bran's slippery hole. Lots of thrills were given Paul from shooting into his brother's ass all night long. He eventually fell asleep from weariness, dreaming of raping Toomey's ass after cutting off his tail. Brandon also dreamed. He was facing a wolf who walked on two legs. A red dick stood along its fury belly. When asked to turn, the boy did so from the strong feelings in his heart for that beast. Its tail wound tenderly around their waists. Their hug lasted a while and he felt very loved. Bran was often having strange dreams that he rarely recalled in the morning. He did notice how his butt ached him. Paul turned shy when telling him about it. He was gifted a pouch of marbles that was one of his brother's favorite toys. His jealousy of Reginald was proven to be unfounded. Paul's love for him couldn't be taken away by a village boy. It's said that blood was thicker than water. Paul wasn't really friends with Reginald. In fact, he resented being under that older boy's power. His body would mature faster if it took sperm in it as all. He felt better about himself when performing as a man with Bran. Paul gave his brother a wet butt most nights while giving his to Reginald during the hot summer days. The boy did his best to deal with it. Mostly through day dreaming. Paul's favorite fantasy was that Toomey would get some of his own back when Reginald beat him up. He would laugh at his brother who ended up with a black eye and bleeding nose. Maybe Toomey would get a wet butt too. Hah! Wouldn't that be great? It was only a sweet imagining because the village boys kept to their own and didn't venture to the farms. Paul suffered the misfortune of running into village boys. One of them was Reginald. The other two boys called Paul names, saying that he was dirty farm boy who smelled like a pig. A beating was sure to follow but Reginald stuck up for him. Defended him against his friends! Paul realized that it was out of a sense of fear that the boy had done so. He could of shamed Reginald by revealing what they'd been doing together at the pond. Rape was also a punishable act. Paul finally had power over the older boy. That thrilled him like nothing else ever had! They met the next day in the barn. Reginald had acted meek. Paul said that he'd keep the secret of what they were doing together if... That's why the older boy finally gave his butt to him. Reginald squirmed over the hay while yelping out like a girl. So sweet in Paul's ears! He fucked him good. To solidify their 'friendship, he let his own butt get spermed. The boy wanted to manipulate Reginald so that his fantasy about giving Toomey some pay back would happen. Paul continued meeting with Reginald at the barn when it grew too cold at the pond to get naked. At the ladder up to the hay loft, he pulled down his pants and skiff to get sucked off by the older boy. Turning around, the rear of his body got kissed. A deep licking in his butt. Fucking followed. Paul didn't stick in Reginald that often but did Bran's little butt. It felt much tighter. He wasn't conquering his brother's ass. It just made Paul feel closer to Bran by joining their bodies. His stabs were gentle going in and out of his hole. He squirted lots of times during the night. Bran never woke up. Paul didn't want his little brother to learn how he'd been mounted like a girl. That was his own shameful secret. Getting his own ass spermed by Reginald would fill his balls with thick seed. It also ensnared that village boy to do his bidding. +++ Toomey got a good beating from Reginald that winter. Paul had set that up, making it known to his older brother that he'd better not mess with him no more. He gained respect through fear. That set Paul's tragic path in life yet even to the fallen in our Lord's eyes, there is still hope for redemption if one turns from their evil ways to walk back into the Light. In the years that followed, however, Paul would still take to darker paths. What was thought to be only raids at the southern edge of the kingdom by club wielding beasts raping women and girls turned into a full blown conflict. Royston left his family in summons to the King. Lector and Toomey assumed the farm and its many responsibilities. Paul was nearly thirteen. He'd gone through a growth spurt that was tested by having to join his brothers in the difficult farm work. Bran was watched over by his mother who toiled beside her three older sons in the fields. All the men and strong lads of sixteen and older were taken to go serve in the War. Companies of the King's Army went south. They passed through Brayton in grim renown. No cheering. The King's Collectors still demanded the same quota of grain from the farmsteads which added insult to injury. Husbands and older sons were off to fight. Women, girls and young boys remained in the depopulated farms which they struggled to manage on their own. Like many of the boys, Paul longed to go fight in the War. He'd turned fourteen yet was still two years shy of being of age. A wooden sword was his ever companion. He practiced with it often. Though only the best were trained to become a Sworn to the King, the boy hoped that when he was taken for service in the War, he'd be given a real sword instead of a spear. A chance encounter gave Paul his chance. His heart was set on the path to pursue love with men. On that fateful afternoon, it was an unusually warm Spring day. Paul snuck away from his early evening chores to go swim in the pond. Not to find Reginald. That boy had been taken for service last Fall. Lucky for him! Yet Paul's body was denied being filled with that older boy's sperm. His releases remained weak and watery. Bran eagerly drank his 'sugar piss' and unknowingly, had his butt filled late in the night. Paul felt some guilt for that. With Reginald gone, only his little brother satisfied his need to act as a man. The pond water was chilly when Paul swam alone. It was a Spring ritual for him to be the first boy to enjoy this respite after the long winter. The sun felt hot over his neck. After a few fingers of falling, Paul would return to his farm chores with only a scolding from his mother. Toomey didn't dare fight with him or tease. Now out of fear from reprisal from Reginald (who was gone) but because Paul's body was now a match in height and strength to his closest aged brother. They were also too tired from doing farm work. Mother was very sad not to have her husband so her sons rarely did anything bad to cross her. Two men were seen walking past the pond Paul swam in. Soldiers! But unlike the many who marched through Brayton in long spear columns, their belts held a sword. Not members of the Sworn. Such men bore a marking on their foreheads yet these men obviously knew how to fight better than the ignorant farmers or soft villager given a spear to wield in battle. A sword took skill. The boy called out to them and waved excitedly in their direction. A golden haired man waved back. He was shorter and slim of stature when compared to his stout dark haired companion. That one frowned at Paul. The young man removed his clothes. At much prompting, the older man followed suit. He leaned his sheathed sword over a tree that stood at the pond's edge. Paul wondered about that. He didn't pose a threat and the War was far to the south. "I'm Paul," the boy introduced when the men swam to him. The golden haired man smiled and gave his name. "Glennan." The older man reached them and grunted out his name. "Stimmon." Paul noted how that man acted cross. Was the water too cold to his liking? Why then did he join them? Glennan ignored his glum companion while focusing all of his attention on the boy. He proposed a game. Three butts turned in the water when they dove deep to be the first to bring up mud. Paul won. He was familiar with this pond and knew to kick against the undercurrent to reach bottom. Glennan was second to surface. Stimmon had failed to grab any mud. The men swam back and forth across the pond to work their muscles while keeping warm. Paul kept up with Glennan. Barely. He wanted to talk with this young man but breaths raced through his mouth. Eventually, the men stood to rest in shoulder deep water. Paul feigned fatigue as an excuse for hanging from Glennan's left shoulder. The man held him back. It excited the boy that a strong hand was gripping his butt. Their slippery bodies pressed together, front to side. Paul's forming erection tickled onto Glennan's left hip. He felt the man's cock getting hard against his left thigh. The boy's legs wrapped around him so he could feel his muscular butt. Stimmon glared. Paul avoided looking back at him since he didn't understand that man's unfriendliness. "Are you from Brayton?" asked Glennan. "No. A farm outside the village." Paul kicked himself for saying that. Farmer boys were thought of as ignorant and without hope of wielding a sword. His lie over his clothes on the bank. Had they seen it when undressing earlier? "I'm from a farm near Aurelia." "You?" Paul gasped. When Glennan nodded with that charming understanding grin of his, the boy felt hope surge in his heart to become a swordsman like him. "Where are you from, Stimmon?" "I'm outa here," the man gruffed in rely. He waded towards the bank while wrapping his arms around himself to keep warm. "Don't mind him. Us farmer boys are used to the cold and many hardships." Paul smiled. When Glennan pulled more strongly over his butt, he tightened his legs around the man. A throbbing was felt against the boy's left thigh by a really long cock. He rubbed his erection onto the man's hip for thrills. They stared at each other knowingly. A rhythmic tightening and loosening of hand and legs began. They were sharing more than warmth in the water. When Paul dared to look towards the bank, he found Stimmon prancing around to dry himself. The man often glared in their direction. Maybe he was nervous about something, the boy thought. What? He buried his face in Glennan's neck. The thrills were building in his dick though slowly because of the cold water. Would the man shoot from his cock? That seemed a waste since the boy knew of better ways to pleasure Glennan that would win that man's seed for him. "When are you getting out?" shouted Stimmon. "I'm freezing mine off waiting for you." Paul heard the man's plea to his companion but hoped Glennan would stay in the pond with him for a while longer. It wasn't so. He felt water churn past them when the man waded towards the bank. The boy clung to him. Even when Glennan walked over the grass to face Stimmon. That man glared angrily back. When Paul's butt was let go, he loosened his legs from around Glennan's lower body. The boy felt chilled without the man's warmth. Stimmon stared at the erection he bore in disgust. In embarrassment, Paul ran to where his clothes lie. He turned to catch sight of Glennan's hard cock felt in the water but his view of it was blocked by Stimmon who stood close to his companion. They were talking in low voices. What about? Stimmon put his hands on his hips that drew Paul's eyes down to his butt. It was rather slim. The man possessed upper body strength especially in his chest and arms. Strong legs too. Yet the middle of his body was lacking, his cock most notably. It hadn't grown hard to see its size. Glennan tried giving his companion a hug but it was denied. Stimmon stalked to his clothes. That gave Paul the chance to see the young man's cock. It had softened since their naked embrace in the pond. The boy's eyes widened when realizing something. Glennan had wanted to give his companion a naked hug! As Stimmon hurriedly dressed, Glennan spoke with him. Paul only caught a few words between them. The young man wanted to stay to enjoy the sun. Stimmon muttered angrily in reply. Something about lusting for the boy. Paul felt a thrilling chill run down his spine to his butt. That made his asshole tingle in anticipation. Did Glennan really lust for him? He peered over at the man but couldn't catch his eyes. Stimmon was tying his sword belt around his waist. That man gave him a mean glare so he dropped onto his belly over his clothes. The wooden sword was grasped in his hands which stretched out over the grass. He buried his face in his right armpit. A long anxious moment passed. Paul peeked over his arm for the two men. Glennan was looking back at him. The boy spread his legs apart. Not in too obvious an offering that he wanted his butt taken because Stimmon was already angry at his companion for 'lusting for the boy'. "I'm staying a while." Stimmon grunted harshly in his throat. He turned tail and stalked from the pond at a fast walk. Glennan watched his companion's hasty departure. That gave Paul the chance to check out his butt. It stuck out nicely from his body, reminding him of his brother's shapely curves. The man's cheeks tightened and loosened a few times. He was obviously upset at Stimmon. The boy felt no guilt for being the cause of that. He lusted for Glennan as well. The man gathered up his clothes from the ground and walked towards him. Paul buried his face in his armpit. "Mind if I join you in sunning?" Paul only shook his head in reply. Where had his shyness come from? He should have offered the man to 'sun' over his back! There was the scuffling sound of clothes being arranged over the grass. Glennan dropped to them with a loud sigh. A silent moment passed. The boy felt lusting eyes on him so he did something bold. Though his dick wasn't hard, he began rubbing it against his clothes that got his butt humping. A slow, in and out flexing. A sharp exhale was heard from the man. When a hand touched Paul's lower back, he startled some. Glennan quickly withdrew it. "I could massage you." "My butt," Paul pleaded in his piping voice. Glennan's hand returned to his back that lowered to his right cheek. It was slowly palmed with the man's fingers kneading its muscle. The boy moaned through his nose. He kept his face buried in his right armpit not daring to look up. He wanted to see if the man's cock had gotten hard. Probably. The boy's dick was stiffening. He had to raise himself slightly to straighten it out along his belly. Glennan slipped fingers between his cheeks at that moment when his butt opened wide. He felt his hole being rubbed. Glennan left his pile of clothes to kneel over the boy's legs. He used both hands to fondled that nice little ass. He lusted for it. Did this youth know what he was getting himself into? Paul did. He tightly grasped his wooden sword, digging his elbows into the grass to rub his dick against his pile of clothes. Legs spread further apart. Glennan breathed heavily through his nose. Strong hands spread the boy's cheeks for a peek of his hole. He got it to wink at the man. "Do you know what you're doing?" asked Glennan in a breathy voice. Paul nodded. He stuck his butt up in the man's strong hands which pushed down on it. They remained still over his cheeks. The boy felt them trembling out of excitement. Was Glennan having second thoughts about taking him? Out of nervousness, the boy asked, "Why was Stimmon so unfriendly?" "Oh. He's just jealous as all." "What for?" "My lover always gets jealous when I so much as look at another man. It surprised me that he'd be upset that I'm chasing after a boy." Paul's eyes grew wide as saucers. Lovers? Glennan was with Stimmon as male sexual companions? Wow. Alarm filled the boy when his butt was given a fond pat. The man rose up behind him. "I should be getting back to the village." Paul jumped to his feet. He turned to Glennan with dismay showing on his face. The boy dropped his eyes to the man's cock. Its length caught him by surprise because it was a really long and skinny one. A blood red knob. Fluid oozed from its piss hole. Compared to that impressive manhood, Paul's erection was unmatched. He felt embarrassed by his boyish size. That didn't matter, he realized. It was his butt that he wanted to offer this man. When Paul turned sideways and slapped over his backside suggestingly, the man's eyes went instead to his wooden sword held in his right hand. That gave the boy an idea. "I've been practicing swords play for years now. On my own." He hoped that the man heard his unspoken plea of being given a lesson. "Stimmon warned me that you were armed," laughed Glennan. Paul saw how the man's eyes fell to his erection. He giggled. "I'm armed with two swords!" The boy stepped forward suddenly. His fleshy 'sword' stuck the man's belly while his wooden one tapped his heart. "You've got me." Glennan stepped back a few paces, spread his legs and hunched over with arms spreading apart. He flexed his fingers menacingly. Paul wondered what the man was doing. When he saw Glennan give him a toothy snarl, it hit him. "I will smite you, man-beast!" The boy expertly twirled his wooden sword in his fingers, hilt to blade to hilt then charged forward but his blow didn't land. He fell heavily to the ground. The 'beast' sprung onto his back with mock blows given him. A gentle bite to his neck. "You're dead," announced Glennan. "The man-beasts have long tails that are used to trip a man up or disarm him. Club blows follow. They assure a kill with a bite to the man's neck." Paul felt foolish. He laid sprawled over his belly with his sword out of reach. The man sat up with their butts pressing together in a thrilling way. That had the boy forgetting his shame. Glennan soothed the boy with a massage of his back while accounting the tactics used by the King's Army to fight man-beasts. "A sword properly wielded complimented by a shield can keep several beasts at bay. Men stand back to back. That's how they can cover for each other during close melee. The best strategy is to charge our enemy with two lines of spearmen. In defense, that also proves effective against their charges." Paul listened while moaning through his nose. He felt the man's strength in his hands over his back. It was the boy's hope that Glennan would want to do more than give him a massage. After a lengthy pleasuring that nearly reached down to his butt, it seemed like the man was going to stand up so he asked, "Do man-beasts rape the men fallen in battle?" He spread his legs far apart. "I've not heard that." Glennan pulled the boy's cheeks together. "The boys who serve in the King's Army are sometimes badly used, Paul." "I want to fight in the War! My father has gone to serve. Why do I have to wait until I'm sixteen? I'm good with a sword." "You wouldn't be given the chance to fight. Boys under eighteen are used to pull supply carts, tend horses, serve food and perform cleaning chores for the soldiers. Lots of lonely soldiers, Paul." "I'm willing to serve in any way I can." Paul wiggled his butt held in the man's hands. "Don't you want me, Glennan?" "Call me Glenn. Alright?" The man was trying to resist his lust but it won out. He pulled Paul's little cheeks apart, peering at its entrance. The boy's hole seemed small to fit his cock in. And even if it could, this youth couldn't fully sheathe his horse length. Few men could. That's why he put up with Stimmon's bouts of jealousy amongst his other undesirable traits. His ass could be fully conquered. That man was a bottom in spite of his stout cock. He wouldn't mount his ass in return. A big disappointment for Glenn. "I've given myself to an older boy lots of times," added Paul, "and stuck in his ass." That latter remark surprised Glenn. "Can you shoot?" "Sure." Paul didn't want to admit that his release wasn't truly sperm. If he could get this swordsman to flood his ass with manly seed, unlike Reginald who was still a boy, thick sperm would fill his balls for sure! He stuck his butt up. Hungry kisses were felt over his cheeks along with bites. The boy writhed from that sensation. The man's nose stuck in. He heard several sniffs as if to smell whether he was clean in there. They'd swam in the pond earlier. Glenn was enflamed by the boy's musky smell. He pulled those little cheeks apart and tongued deep. Paul wailed in his high pitched voice. The man was reminded that this was a youth he'd be mounting. No more than fourteen years of age. Even if an older boy had fucked him 'lots of times', a man's cock was of longer reach and mightier with its thrusts. Lust was difficult to keep in check in the throes of passion. He might end up riding this boy's ass hard when forgetting himself. Paul could end up getting badly hurt. That same thought wasn't far from Paul's mind. He'd seen Glenn's cock that was more than twice the length of Reginald's. It wasn't as thickly skinned though. Not until the base of it which widened but the man didn't have to stick in him completely to leave sperm in his butt. He'd endure any pain to achieve that. The man would also be indebted to him. In his power! He would demand that Glenn help get him drafted into the King's Army in spite of his age or at the very least, give him a sword lesson. Glenn was assured that Paul's hole could take some of his cock in it. He tongued through a giving tightness, proof that the boy had been fucked before and knew how to loosen his sphincter muscles. Enough spit had been put in. The man leaned over Paul's lower back while directing his knob between them cheeks. A gentle penetration. The boy didn't flinch at all. More of his cock was stuck into that willing hole. He relished its slimy tightness that tempted him to go for it. A complete conquest. Ah, but no. Few men could fit his all up their butts or endure a good long ride. Stimmon's did. Paul felt some pain but clenched his teeth so the man wouldn't know of it. Months had passed since Reginald last stuck in him. They'd fucked each other in the hay loft. The next day, he was gone. A swordsman was sticking in him now. That blew the boy's mind and he marveled how much of the man's cock his asshole was taking into it. Still swallowing more! On his knees, Glenn slowly fed the boy's ass until more than half his cock was inside it. Paul submitted to him in silence. His arms were spread over the grass in total surrender. The man wanted to find out if this boy could take his all. He checked his lust though. "Are you alright, Paul?" "Yes." The boy had blurted that out coming from his pain. His butt felt an uncomfortable fullness that Reginald's cock had given him in the beginning. He's since gotten used to that. The man wasn't even thrusting yet. Could he endure it? Glenn was concerned. He considered pulling out but the boy had taken this much of his cock. Lust had him risking losing Stimmon as a lover. No matter. There were lots of men to be had in the King's Army. He enjoyed the hunt where several willing butts have fallen under his spear. This boy was an unexpected find. If not him, another man would have taken his ass. Soldiers vented their lust in youths willing or not. Paul wanted him bad. With hands firmly planted over the youth's back, the man began his thrusts. Paul dug his fingers into the grass. His eyes were tightly shut and so was his mouth to prevent gasps of pain from escaping. He could endure this man's mounting. The things he'd achieved in return were worth it. What he could learn from a swordsman in half an hour could save his life one day. His demonstration of getting tripped up by a man-beast's tail for instance. When he faced one, Glenn's lesson would be remembered. What other things did he need to know about their enemy? As Glenn moved through the boy's tight ass, his forward stabs went in a little deeper each time. Paul's hole kept swallowing more of his long cock. He heard the boy's moans blowing out his nose. If this youth endured his 'test', he could face the horny soldiers sure to catch his tail in the years ahead. Boys of sixteen were being taken to serve in the War. Not yet men, they were given those few years remaining to their teens at weapons practice. The spear proved effected against the man-beasts hoards so long as they were many held pointing towards their wild charge. The pain lessened. Paul remembered to relax himself completely back there once a cock penetrated his asshole (usually the most painful part). Once inside him, he could take lots of stabs that soon ended with the thrilling ending part. Having a wet butt was exciting. The boy was surprised by his admission. Well. He didn't like how Reginald conquered him but knowing that sperm had been won in his hole made it worthwhile. This man would help his body to mature. Glenn stared down at that little butt he pierced. He realized that most of the men he's chased after had small asses. Stimmon's was very slim. The rest of that man's body was stout but not the middle of him. Hmm. Was that because he desired boys? Paul was his first, as a man that is though in his boyhood, he'd corn holed a few willing friends and gave them his butt in return. Maybe he was trying to relive his lusty childhood as a man. His sexuality that is. He's proven himself a man in weapons against lawless brigands and such but never against man-beasts. Being told what to expect in battle with them was one thing. He hoped to prove himself in combat to the south. Might as well live well this day for tomorrow... The man gripped Paul's sides and stabbed hard. He groaned in delight. Paul also groaned. Not in pain but from that thrilling tickle given him by the man's long cock reach in his butt. Reginald did that for him sometimes when his cock stiffened close to its release. The boy thought that what he felt was similar to a girl's pleasure from her cunt. His asshole mimicked one. He stuck his butt up to get more of the man inside him. Groin hair pressed against his cheeks. Their bodies were fully stuck together. "Lay over me!" the boy begged. When Paul's ass backed onto him, Glenn's cock slipped all the way inside much to his surprise. The man lowered himself onto the boy's back. He gripped them slim shoulders with his hands and surged. Such pleasure from it! Few men had taken his all. Now, a fourteen year old boy did. What ensued was unlike anything the man or boy had ever experienced before. Glenn enjoyed this teenager more than any man who'd given his ass to him. It was his small body. He held Paul down to the ground as if forcing him to get raped. High pitched wails sounded sweet in the man's ears. His cock pounded that boy's butt hard. A wet slapping came from it. He couldn't pull out that far yet the thrills were intense for him. This wouldn't be a long lasting fuck. His balls ached him to release! Paul saw stars. He was being overwhelmed by the man's swift cock thrusts. His butt took them with such relish. Cries erupted from his mouth. The brutal pleasure of getting taken in his butt couldn't compare to Reginald's fucks. He was only a boy. This man filled him with power! It was building in him towards that exciting climax where he'd be given sperm. A swordsman's at that. The youth would become one himself or die trying. He swore it. A stiffening came to Glenn's cock. He couldn't move as easily through the boy's asshole and his grunts proved that he was in pain. The man buried himself deep in that little butt. When he mouthed Paul's cheek turned to him, lips found his and kissed back. So sweet! That sent the man over the edge. His loins exploded with a flooding of sperm into his young lover's ass. Paul experienced that exciting meshing of pain with intense pleasure. He felt Glenn's cock stiffening inside his butt. It rammed in real deep. When the man's mouth was felt against his left cheek, he turned his head to try kissing him. Their lips pressed together. A real kiss. The boy's first. A growl blew onto his face. It erupted fully from the man's mouth, signaling that he was seeding. Paul felt that thrilling gush in his butt. He imagined the man's swift sperming by the way his cock kept throbbing. Again and again! The boy cried out from his own sense of victory. Heated breaths blew onto Paul's face. He was also panting hard. When he dared to open his eyes, he saw passion on Glenn's face. He was given a tender kiss. The boy didn't feel it strange that a man was expressing his love for him in this way. Instead of kissing him back though, he turned to face the ground. "Are you alright?" "Sure." The man's hands relaxed over Paul's shoulders. "Rest over me?" He wanted Glenn's body to stay stuck to his for a while longer. It was yet another thrilling aspect of having sex. From the female side of his body, he'd given male relief to another. A full grown man. His dick ached for its own necessary release. "My cock needs to soften some before I pull out." Glenn pressed his knees into the grass so the boy wouldn't bear his full weight. He fondly stroked Paul's dark hair. The sun beat down on his back while the front of his body was warmed by the youth's. It started flexing under him. The man realized that his boy was in need so he turned their bodies until his back fell to the grass. He reached low for the erection he expected to find. Paul felt some pain at their turning but it was forgotten when his dick was taken into the man's hand. He was stroking it. By humping his butt against Glenn's hairy groin, he felt that thrilling motion from the cock deep inside his ass. It added to the thrills from getting jerked off. "Pull on my butt," asked Glenn. Having nothing else to do with his hands, Paul reached down for the man's cheeks against the grass. It was exciting to direct them gentle upwards stabs in his butt. Glenn rubbed over his chest. His other hand expertly played his stiff towards a climax the boy knew would be one of his best. Moans blew from his nose. The harsh sun filled his eyes so he closed them. He concentrated on the way their bodies were moving. Joined together in mating! It would be his turn to spill from his loins after emptying the man's in his butt. Glenn had done this with the men he's fucked. While stroking over a companion's aching cock, hands pulled on his cheeks against the bed roll to enjoy a slow second fuck in their ass. The man laying above him moaned just as this kid did. He would prolong Paul's pleasure. That allowed his cock to catch up in thrills so they'll release together. He knew that an asshole tightened at that moment when a companion 'rained' to his belly. His cock stuck in it would responded. Strongly! Paul writhed against the man's heated body below him. High-pitched wails of pleasure sung from his mouth. He pulled on Glenn's ass cheeks flexing over the grass to drive that long cock through his butt. Forward stabs went through the man's tightly clenched fingers. Both pleasures combined. It blew the boy's mind that his body performed as male and female. Glenn was struck by how mature Paul acted during their love making. He'd taken all of his cock into his asshole, endured his brutal stabs and even after getting a wet butt, this boy wanted more. The erection in the man's hand was stiffening. He longed to feel it in his ass but it would be enough to get Paul cumming to his belly. From the way his cock was feeling good, he'll be cumming himself in this youth's butt. A lusty groan escaped the man's lips. They were getting to the quickening part. Paul pulled on the man's wildly flexing ass while driving his dick through the man's hand. His butt was getting pounded good. He felt heated breaths against his neck. They paused when Glenn kissed him there. The boy realized that what they were doing together was more than just sex. They was falling in love! A warning tingle came from Paul's balls. He clutched Glenn's ass to keep his long cock buried deep in his ass as he came. It was the most thrilling climax the boy had ever experienced before! He cried out in joy. Glenn felt Paul's hands tighten over his backside. That kept his cock deep in this little butt. A thrilling tightness came from it. He heard his young companion's piping cry above him. The man responded with his groans of pleasure, shooting all that remained in his balls into the boy's ass. Their bodies bucked wildly together. He felt spurts of cum fall onto his hand. The boy's dick throbbed strong for a few heart beats then it began to soften. Man and boy enjoyed their male relief together. The sun shined brightly on them and birds sang all around. It was a wonderful feeling to be alive at that moment. They didn't stir for a long while. Paul was getting his courage up to ask Glenn something. He laid still in the man's arms, enjoying the belly and chest rubbing he was receiving. His cum had been spread over the front of his body. It's strong scent filled the air. A lot of cum had been spilt into his butt. When the man's limp cock pulled from his hole, the boy clenched his anal muscles to prevent it from leaking out. He wanted this male power inside him to bring about a maturing to his balls so his releases would thicken into a man's. "Paul?" The boy hoped that Glenn was going to ask him what he'd wanted to ask. For them to be together. He whispered, "Yeah?" "That was great!" Paul smiled. "It sure was." His breath trembled when he said, "We'll get even better at it each time we... make love." Glenn heard the unspoken plea in the boy's remark. It saddened him. He already had a lover (that is, if Stimmon hadn't left him out of anger and jealousy over this boy). Paul has proven to be a great lover but only in that bodily act. He was still a fourteen year old kid. Likely emotionally immature and besides, there was no place for him in the King's Army. They were only taking lads of sixteen and older. The long silence worried Paul. He could guess what Glenn was thinking so he beat him to the punch. "I know that I'm not old enough to Serve. Would you take me as your servant? I'd clean for you, carry burdens or anything you need done. In return, help me to improve my sword skill! When I turn sixteen, I'll be ready to face the man-beasts... at your side." That was his greatest hope. Not to become this man's lover but to become a Sworn to the King. "I already have a lover, Paul." Stimmon was an obstacle to the boy's plans. He'd seen how jealous that man was of him so how to counter that threat? Paul thought fast. "I can be his servant too. As a boy, I can't get between what you have with that man. Both of you can do with me as you want. I'll know my place." "Doesn't your mother need your help with the farm?" asked Glenn. "Naw. I have three brothers." What Paul failed to mention was that only Lector and Toomey were old enough to managed the work. His heart ached when thinking about little Bran. If he were to run off with Glenn, what would happen to his younger brother? He'd be crushed. "Your brothers are old enough to Serve then," Glenn whispered. Paul nodded in agreement. He'd caught what was meant by the man's words. The guilt squeezing his heart for leaving Brandon made him grow silent. "Your mother will need you, Paul. Enjoy these few remaining years you have as a boy. When you come of age, your head will be able to think more clearly about what you want to do with your life." "I want to be a swordsman!" "You will be. Continue to practice and give yourself this time to grow up into a man. There are things yet to learn, Paul. Even on a farm. You can't run away from responsibilities and a family who needs you. If you do, it'll set your path in life so you'll never be satisfied whether it's being a soldier, being with one man or anything. Don't look that far ahead. Focus on where you are now and do your best to live in this moment." Those sounded like good words to Paul. A wise thing his father might say. He had to look after Brandon! His dream of Serving in the War still burned in his heart but it wouldn't become realized until he was older. He would wait. Glenn squeezed his chest hard. "I hear you," the boy muttered. "Good." Glenn lowered his left hand down to Paul's dick. It lay sleeping over his balls. He felt the wetness to it and smiled. "You're going to make some man very happy in the years ahead. You deserve to have a lover who'll give himself to you completely. And I don't mean just with his ass. As a man, you'll be able to experience a love that's more than about the sex. The two of you will share an emotional and intellectual bond as well. That's worth waiting for, Paul." That hadn't occurred to Paul. He was so focused on his body's performance that he'd not considered the other 'growing up' aspects for a man. Lector came to mind. As head of the family in absence of their father, he recognized signs in his older brother that proved how grown up he was. Being responsible for their farm, taking care of mother, and lots of little things a man did because he must. Glenn was right. He needed a few more years to grow up himself. Then little Bran would be old enough to take care of himself. Leaving him and the farm to go Serve in the War as a swordsman wouldn't weigh Paul's heart down with guilt. He'd be a man. Free to make decisions and strong enough in body to defeat the man-beasts. Glenn clutched the boy's little behind. "You were a great ride, Paul." That remark brought the boy out of his deep thoughts. He laughed. "Yeah?" When he humped his ass against Glenn's groin, that got the man laughing too. "You wanna see me tomorrow?" Hope flared in Paul's heart. "Sure! I could use some more pointers from you at swordsmanship and battle tactics against the man-beasts." "I will." Glenn brought his hands up to the boy's dick, cupping its knob and balls. "We'll meet here at the pond. After a practice bought with swords, you can stab into my ass." "We'll do each other tomorrow." Paul turned himself around in Glenn's arms. He saw the lust in that man's eyes that was also showing in his. The boy hoped for more. He grasped the man's shoulders and pulled himself up until their faces were aligned. A kiss happened. He peeked at Glenn's face that showed an endearing emotion on it. One of love, for him. They had tomorrow to make it grow stronger in their hearts. Maybe he could steal this nice man away from Stimmon! Then all that talk about waiting for him to grow up and all would be cast to the wayside. He'd run off with Glenn at the drop of a hat. +++ Brandon and Paul enjoyed their nightly bed games. The younger brother was given many thrills by having his pole handled, sucked and they belly rubbed though Paul prevented his dick from coming out. He was saving himself for Glenn tomorrow. The man promised to bring a real sword for him to have! It was a spare that was getting too old for use in battle. The boy wondered if he could handle a metal blade instead of the lighter wooden one he'd been practicing with all these years. His arm muscles had developed this summer. All them farm chores were getting his body strong so he no longer regretted having joined Lector, Toomey and his mother in the fields. A real sword! The thought of wielding it in his hand almost got the boy off. Paul stilled his body next to Bran's. His younger brother had turned onto his right side and gone to sleep. He was snoring softly. Paul was holding him close, that soft little butt pressing up against his groin where he bore a fierce erection. The older boy was tempted give Bran some stabs. He no longer needed to prepare his brother's hole with spit. It'd been stretched from fucking it so much that his oozing knob could slip inside with ease. Bran's breast was fondled while Paul considered doing his brother or not. His dick urged him to stick that little butt. Already, it was making small thrusts along the crack of his brother's ass. That felt good. He didn't have a man's thick sperm to shoot but a boy's clear release. Would Glenn notice after he's fucked him? Probably not. Cum put into an asshole stays in there, not seen or tasted if Paul were to shoot his watery seed to the man's hand, belly or fill his mouth. Taking two loads from Glenn's cock in his ass this afternoon brought him the hope that his balls would soon mature. He'll be getting fucked again tomorrow! Doing that swordsman's ass will make a man out of him. He'll prove to Glenn that he was old enough to leave the farm. Stimmon might have broken up with him out of jealousy. Paul would gladly step into his place to be his new lover. A sharp thrill came from Paul's knob. Bran had stuck his butt out to get it impaled on his dick. Alarm went through the boy. When he heard snoring, relief filled him that his little brother was asleep. His must have been an automatic reflex from getting fucked so much. Paul gently pulled out of his brother's hole. He turned around under their blanket until they were touching butts. Breaths raced through the boy's mouth. He forced himself to calm down and with hands kept away from his aching dick, tried falling asleep himself. +++ All afternoon Paul waited for Glenn to show up. He'd already swam in the pond a few times to cool his body from the hot summer sun that beat down. Where was that man?! The boy cast away any thought that he was lied to. Glenn had been sincere about meeting again and gifting him with a real sword. Something must have delayed him. [MORE WILL BE WRITTEN HERE] ... AUTHOR'S NOTE: I will return to the 'Man-beasts' series to write more story parts eventually and finish the 'Paul' account you've just read. I'm busy working on finishing my 'New to Teaching Love' series. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ End of file: PAUL1.TXT This story ends in: PAUL2.TXT (When completed, it will be posted)