Date: Sat, 13 Mar 1999 12:11:17 PST
From: eagleman_50@hotmail.com
Subject: KNIGHTS OF THE ROD - X

  This it the tenth, and last, in a series about Roan and the Knights of
the Rod.  These stories contain sex between teenagers, men and teenagers
and incest. In order to follow the development of the story the previous
parts need to be read.
   Comments welcomed: Eagleman_50@Hotmail.com


    Roan stood by the aperture looking out across the meadow.  It was a
bright sunny day and he could see peasants, far off in the distance,
plowing in the fields. He could see the river, flowing leisurely through
the flat acreage, then disappearing into the woods. It was a peaceful
site and it affected him with a desire to be a part of it.
   As he was standing watching this tranquil scene, he felt an arm
encircle him and a body press in behind him and then, hot breath on his
neck.
   "You're even beautiful from behind."  Caxton whispered in his ear.
   "You're just looking at my derriere, you lust filled man."  Roan
pressed back against Caxton and felt his big dick press into his
asscrack.
   "That too, but you're beautiful, Roan.  I love you so much."  Caxton
squeezed harder and reached around to rub Roan's cock.
   They were both naked, having awakened as the morning light filtered
into the room.
   "I love you, also, Caxton. I'm so glad you're in my life.  Just hold
me, Caxton, hold me." The two men stood silently, their bodies pressed
together, enjoying each other's presence.
   "Let's go down to the stream, Roan, you know that spot in the woods
where we go sometime."
   "Let's go!"  The two young men hastily dressed and left the castle.
They walked arm in arm down to the meandering stream, following it's
course as it wound through the fields and into the woods.  They knew its
path because they had followed it so often. There were scores of birds
flying around and the woods were alive with the little animals that made
it their home. They were walking, like the lovers they were, hand in
hand, talking quietly about the things that interested them.  Every so
often they would stop to make a point with each other or to look at
something they found unique and then walk on.  Roan pulled Caxton off
the path and into the woods.  The trees were unevenly spaced, growing
quite close to each other, and the sunlight was diffused through the
woods.  Some spots were brightly lit and others were rather dark,
creating a contrast that was eerie in its effect. Suddenly Roan stopped,
put one finger to his lips and pointed with the other.  Caxton turned in
the direction of the finger and listened.  He nodded when he heard what
Roan was listening to - there were people in the woods.  They heard
talking and laughing, in the direction of the stream. They were almost
at a point where the stream, because it bent in its course, was at a
right angle to where they left it. Walking along quietly they moved
toward the talking noise, creeping from tree to tree.  Soon they were
able to see the stream and looking a little further down its path, they
saw two figures.  Their eyes widened as they saw two young men, naked
and playing in the water.  It was not their nakedness that surprised
them, it was the fact that these two looked exactly alike - identical
twins. Roan smiled at Caxton and then pulled him out into the clearing
near the teenagers.  The two looked up at the knights in surprise and
then smiled. Roan noted they were tall with slender sinewy bodies. They
had lustrous brown hair which was appropriately short. Their bodies, wet
from the stream, were covered with matted brown hair and they flashed
smiles that indicated a innate friendliness and ease with strangers.
   "We know you," they said, looking at Roan. "You're the one they call
the 'handsome'."  They both smiled. Roan grinned and blushed.
   "Yes, I am Roan and this is my special friend, Caxton." Caxton smiled
at them and felt his cock stir in his breeches.
   "We hope you don't mind us being here. We are with a circus caravan
and we're passing through this domain. Our troupe is further down the
stream, we came here to be alone." Roan noted that one seemed to do the
talking, while the other nodded.
   "What's your name?"  Caxton walked toward them holding out his hand.
   "I'm Tadford and this is my brother, Ranulf. We're acrobats."
   "Glad to meet you."  The boys had come up out of the water to shake
hands.  Roan noted that their dicks, which had been in repose in the
water, were beginning to rise as they approached them.  He smiled and
looked at Caxton, who had noticed the same thing.
   "You brothers come here just to swim?"  Roan smiled a knowing smile.
   "No, a little more than swim, Roan." The duo giggled as they put
their hands over their almost hard cocks.
   "We came for the same reason."  Caxton looked at them and grinned
when they removed their hands. He walked toward one of them and ran his
hand across his chest.  He maneuvered a nipple between his fingers and
twisted it, eliciting a groan from the youth. At the same time Roan
reached for the other lad, pulled him close and kissed him lightly on
the cheek.
   The four walked away from the river bank and into the soft grass that
lay along the outer woods. Roan and Caxton undressed and then turned
toward the two.
   "How old are you two?"  Caxton looked from one to the other, unsure
of their names.
   "We're sixteen, sir."
   "Please, Roan and Caxton, we're not much older than you."
   "Are you lovers?"  Roan was excited about these two identical twins
loving each other sexually.
   "Yes, we are, but we share our bodies with others, also."  Tadford
was speaking, as he generally did and he giggled when he said it.  Their
cocks, framed by a bush of silky brown hair, were standing straight up
against their stomachs, long and hard.  Roan, who was nine inches,
quickly surmised that theirs were a little shorter, probably eight. He
had already noted their firm rounded buns, sitting high and inviting
exploration.  His dick was sticking straight out and dripping profusely.
He was glad he and Caxton hadn't done anything that morning, he was hot
for this encounter with the handsome twins.
   Caxton stepped forward and took Ranulf in his arms, kissing him with
his tongue deep in his mouth.  Ranulf's arms encircled him and held him
tightly, his sinewy body pressing into Caxton.  At the same time Roan
was standing behind Tadford, his arms locked around him and his dick
pressing into his asscrack.  He was hungry for this handsome youth, with
his finely honed body. He watched as Caxton pulled Ranulf down onto the
grass, letting him lay on top of him.  Caxton's hands moved down to
Ranulf's shapely buns and began to caress them. He pulled the cheeks
apart and stuck his wet finger into the hairy valley, placing it on the
little hole.  He pushed and Ranulf groaned as the finger slipped into
his body and began its ascent.
   Roan had bent Tadford over at the waist and was kneeling behind him,
one hand on each globe-like asscheek.  He spread them and then stuck his
tongue into the crevice. He found the puckered hole and licked it,
moving his tongue in quick little laps back and forth across the hole.
As if to get more, Tadford reached back and tried to spread his cheeks
even further apart. Roan pushed his face deeper into the crack and
pressed his tongue further into the slimy hole. His tongue entered the
youth's body and he cried out in pleasure.
   Caxton had rolled over and was now on top of Ranulf.  They were
pressing their dicks together, grinding slowly against each other as
their hands continuted to explore.  Their tongues were intertwined in
Ranulf's mouth, sucking and salivating together. Slowly Caxton raised up
and looked down at the handsome youth.  He smiled at him and ran his
hand through his hair.
   "You are handsome, Ranulf. I want to fuck you."
   "Do as you will, Caxton, I want to feel you in me."  Caxton got up
and retrieved the leather pouch that he and Roan brought.  He found the
vial of grease and returned to Ranulf.  He lifted his legs and looked at
the little hole that he wanted to enter and then decided that more
preparation was needed.  He bent over and put his tongue to the secret
place, causing Ranulf to shudder in delight.  His tongue pushed in deep
and fluttered in the dark recesses of the boy's body. He pulled out and
lapped around the little hole, further igniting the fires of lust that
were already burning brightly. Ranulf lifted his ass and moaned.  He
looked over at his brother and saw him receiving the same attention from
Roan, only their positions were different.
   Roan gently pushed Tadford down on his stomach on the soft grass. He
spread the cheeks and looked back in at the place he had just vacated.
The little hole beckoned him.  He got the pouch that Caxton had
retrieved, lubricated his dick and the boy's anal passage and then got
in place.  He pushed his cock in and felt the little hole grasp it,
hungry for it to fill him to capacity.  He kept pushing, intoxicated by
the feel of the tight passage with its heat and slickness. His dick felt
at home even though he had never been in this youth before.  Each inch
took him further into the realms of sensual bliss as he reached for the
innermost recesses of the boy's body. His body, following his cock, kept
moving closer to the boy's back. He finally lay down on him, signalling
that he was completely encased in his willing ass. Tadford sighed as the
cock filled him with its length and hardness.  He raised up slightly to
get more of it and felt Roan's pubes against his asscheeks.
   Caxton got the pouch and lubricated himself and Ranulf, who was lying
on his back, his knees against his chest, ready for the huge invader.
He felt the dickhead against his smelly hole and then gasped as it
popped into his body.  His sphincter muscles closed around the thick
shaft, surrendering to each inch that pushed in. The massive cock
entered him slowly, moving up into him and snaking its way to the utmost
limits of his youthful being.  Ranulf's arms encircled Caxton and his
legs arched around him, his feet locked in the small of his back.  He
used his feet to pull Caxton into him, hungrily devouring the big dick
with his greedy ass.
   Roan and Caxton, although they didn't plan it, fucked in rhythm with
each other.  Both Ranulf and Tadford received the big dicks in tandem.
Although their positions were different the movements were the same - in
and out, up and down, push and pull.  Roan, laying on Tadford's back
rose and fell with the in and out movement of his cock. He felt the
teen's muscle squeeze his dick and moaned at the precocious ass power
that had him.  He doubled his pace and began slamming into the youth as
his dick sought release.  Caxton, laying in Ranulf's arms was slamming
already, his dick reaching deep and coming out far. Ranulf was rising
and falling with him, trying to hold him as he pulled out.  Prostates
were being assaulted and cocks were being squeezed as each sought to
give the other the best they had to offer.  If the trees could see they
would have been enflamed with the sight before them - the handsome twins
being fucked by two knights who had long experience in giving their best
to those they loved.  Roan and Caxton's bodies flowed sensuously as
their dicks kept plowing into the tight hot asses that were beneath
them.
   Both Roan and Caxton were fucking hard and deep, their dicks sliding
in and out of the sweet asses in an unhindered movement. They felt their
impending orgasms at the same time and released in unison, their cries
echoing in the woods as their dicks spewed forth their hot jism.  Their
bodies shuddered in the power of their orgasms, continuing to emit wave
after wave of juice. Then they looked at each other and smiled, glad
they had come for a walk, certain that this encounter was not finished.
   As if on cue, they changed places with the teenagers.  Roan lay on
his back, his legs pulled back and received Tadford's hard dick.  Caxton
go in the same position and let Ranulf plow into him.  They had moved
close together so that they were lying side by side.  Each time the
knights looked up they were looking into the same faces, but different
bodies.  The twins were plowing into them with their long dicks, filling
them with the intenseness of their teenage passion. Tadford was lying on
Roan, engulfed in his arms, his body pushing into his.  The huge cock
kept slamming into Roan, brushing his prostate, causing shivers of
erotic sensations throughout his body.
Ranulf had raised up on Caxton to watch his hard cock flowing in and out
of the knight's body.  It was a fascinating sight to see the little
hole, now big with the thick rod, stretched wide open to receive him.
He smiled at Caxton, pushed his legs further apart and continued to push
from his hips, his back arched to give him more power.  Tadford had
stretched out on Roan, his legs straight out, held up on his toes, power
fucking the handsome knight.  Both twins were oblivious to anything
around them as they pushed their big dicks into the willing knights.  On
and on it went, their teenaged passion impelling them beyond the limits
of endurance to new heights of pleasure. Both Roan and Caxton were
moaning as their love buttons were being continually pressed by the
steel-like rods that filled them so completely.  Their bodies flowed in
rhythm with the bodies above them, pushing and pulling in time with the
big dicks that had set the pace.
   The twins threw their heads back, howled to the wind and came deep
inside the knights.  Their teenaged dicks kept erupting in spurt after
spurt of semen. As if to signal the power of youth, their dicks erupted
six times in quick succession, filling the knights, as their jism
bounced off the inner walls of their asses and ooze out onto the ground.
   Roan and Caxton looked at each other and grinned knowingly.  The
twins had eased off and were lying in the grass, overwhelmed with the
intensity of their orgasm.  Roan reached for Caxton and rolled over on
top of him, kissing him deeply and grinding into him.  His desire was
still strong, even though he had come in the twin.  Roan raised up and
Caxton lifted his legs, pulling them back and exposing the stretched
open hole to his lover.  Roan leaned over him and looked into his eyes,
throwing him a kiss while Caxton reached down between their bodies,
grabbing the hard cock and placing it on his open hole.  Roan pushed
forward and in one thrust was deep inside the man he loved so
passionately.
   Caxton sighed as the big dick plunged into him and then heard a
similar sound to his right.  He looked and saw Ranulf push his teenaged
dick into his brother's hot ass.  It was as if he was fucking himself -
one twin in the other.  Ranulf was laying on his brother looking into
the eyes that were exactly like his.  He lowered his head and began
kissing his brother, using his tongue as he used his dick.  Tadford
reached up, ran his hand through his brother's hair and held him
tightly.  His brother's big dick slammed into him and his shapely ass
raised up to receive it.  Roan was also plowing into Caxton, while
looking at the awesome sight of the twins fucking.  It was a fascinating
sight and they were mesmerized by it.  He was in sync with Ranulf's dick
as he humped into his brother.  Their strokes matched as they pushed in
and pulled out of the tight holes. The big cocks flowed all the way down
into the hot passage and then came back to the edge before plunging down
again.  Bodies rose and fell and pushed against each other as they moved
with the impelling power of the huge dicks. Although Caxton was holding
Roan tightly and being pushed to an orgasmic edge by the massive dick
that was in him, he was watching the twins as they enjoyed each other's
bodies.  It was a unique sight, identical twins, fucking furiously and
moaning in the intensity of their coupling.  It went on and on, minutes
melting into each other as the men made love in the grass by the stream.
Roan and Ranulf plowed unrelentingly, giving themselves to their lovers
as they ascended a mountain peak of pleasure.  When they came, it was
loud and noisy, and satisfying. For Roan and Caxton, watching the twins
giving themselves to each other had been an awesome experience. It was
the perfect compliment to their own fantastic bonding.
   For a long time the four just lay on the grass, playing with each
other and enjoying their time together.  Then suddenly they heard a cry
off in the distance.
   "That's our signal, we have to go."  Tadford arose first, looked at
Roan and grapsed him.  "It was beautiful, perhaps we'll meet again."
   "Yes, my handsome one, perhaps we will." Roan held him tightly in his
arms and sighed.
   "I'll always remember you, Ranulf." Caxton was hugging him, kissing
him on the cheek.
   "Yes, you have a place in my heart. Until we meet again, you are in
my prayers."  Ranulf kissed Caxton and then stepped away.
   Roan and Caxton watched the twins as they ran down stream, picked up
their clothes and disappeared into the woods.  In no time they were
gone, leaving the knights standing there naked, enjoying the afterglow
of a very satisfactory encounter, but sad because of the separation.
They dressed and walked back to their castle arm and arm, pledging their
love to each other and hoping to meet the twins again.

    The two bands of soldiers rushed at each other with a fury that
seemed almost insane.  Sword clashed with sword and men fell, mortally
wounded.  Men had their horses cut out from under them and then they
were cut down by savage blows to the head or other vital parts of the
body.  Slicing swords caused decapitations, powerfully wield maces
smashed heads and swinging axes resulted in terrible mutilations.  No
quarter was asked and none given as the battle raged between the
opposing forces.  Roan, leader of the Knights of the Rod, shouted,
pleaded and prodded his men to victory.  He used his sword skillfully
and cut down many men, even as some of his men were being cut down by
the rebel forces.  He confronted Dunedin, leader of the rebel forces,
thrust him through with his sword and then finished him off with a blow
from his mace. As he turned to rally his men, he looked across the
battlefield, saw a rebel run his sword through Caxton, pull it out and
then stab him again at close quarters.  Roan, screaming and insane with
anger, ran at the rebel, catching him with a blow of his mace.  He
knocked him off his horse and was on him before he hit the ground.  Roan
pulled his dagger, thrust it into the man's chest, and kept thrusting it
over and over again as he screamed out obscenities. He only stopped
because his men pulled him off and took his dagger away.  Then he ran to
Caxton, cradled his dead body in his arms, swaying and moaning in grief.
   The Knights of the Rod won that encounter, but, for Roan, it was a
very costly victory - Caxton had been killed.  It was a loss that was
almost too great to bear. Roan brought Caxton's body back from the
battlefield, buried him in the vault at Claxton and entered a period of
grief that seemed to those around him as though it would never end. Roan
had loved Caxton with a love that was intense and fulfilling. They
delighted in each other's presence and in each other's body. Because of
his grief, Roan, who was surrounded by many handsome and desirable men,
entered a period of celibacy which confounded those who served him.
   Roan was now lord of Claxton.  It had been three years since he
assumed control of the domain of John, Earl of Claxton. John had looked
over his life and decided that the immense weight of his sins was too
much to hope to atone for in his present life, so he took the vow and
joined a monastery. Before he retired to the solitary life he got
William to release Roan and allow him to come to Claxton.  Roan was
reluctant but William implored upon him to go and promised that he would
provide the support and guidance he needed. He also agreed to release
Caxton and any six other knights that he chose, to be the nucleus of a
knightly band at Claxton. Roan chose Richard and Nicholas, Diego and
Louis,and Edward and Timothy.  William could afford to lose them because
the Knights of the Rod had become such a formidable fighting machine.
The size and capabilities of his armed force was second only to that of
the king's. Bruce had trained them well, they distinguished themselves
in every encounter.
   At Claxton, Roan began putting together a similar band.  He asked,
and got permission, to use the same name and the same oath to band his
men together.  Already they were beginning to prove themselves as men of
courage, love and unity. They were able, with the aid of the other men
who joined them, to keep the surrounding countryside safe and free of
brigands and other men of dishonor. They were also involved in various
excursions on behalf of the king and it was in such an encounter that
Caxton was killed and Roan left distraught.
   No one, neither Richard or Diego or any of the knights who lived at
Claxton seemed to be able to reach Roan in his grief. Although he
participated in the life of the castle and continued to lead his men,
Roan slept alone. He submerged himself in the day-to-day operations of
the domain and left no time for the life of love he had enjoyed and
encouraged others to enjoy.
   In his supervision of the domain, Roan began familiarizing himself
with the tenants on the farms and in the manors.  He took to riding from
one end of the domain to the other, exploring and meeting the farmers
and the villagers, speaking to them and seeking to improve their lives.
It was in this way that he met many of the inhabitants and got to know
them personally. It also provided an outlet for him in his grief and
sorrow over Caxton. It was during such times of exploration that he met
a young man who stepped into his life and provided the healing that he
needed.
   Roan was riding down a back road on his way to a small village near
the edge of his domain.  As he came around a bend in the road he met a
young man coming his way.  The teenager, who had heard the horse coming,
was standing on the far side of the road, looking up at Roan.  He was
carrying a bag over his shoulder and his face was partially hidden by a
hood.  Roan pulled his horse up, looked down at him and smiled.
   "This is a lonely road to be traveling on, son."  Roan was struck by
his green eyes.
   "No, sir, I'm not lonely, I travel this way many times."
   "I see.  What is your name, young man?"
   "I am Branford, sir, son of Hulstan.  I live across the field,
there."  He pointed behind him and pulled his hood off.
   "Do you know who I am?"  Roan got a look at his face.  He was
handsome, with closely cut blonde hair, long blonde eyebrows and those
piercing green eyes.  Roan had never seen such green eyes on anyone and
he was fascinated by them.  He guessed the youth to be about fifteen,
although he was tall for his age.  His loose fitting smock hid his body
so Roan was unable to see any more of him.
   "Yes, sir, you are Roan, the Lord of this domain.  You are the one
they call 'the handsome'."  The young man grinned at Roan and Roan
laughed.
   "You are right about that.  They could also call you, 'the handsome
one.'"  Roan felt drawn to this youth.  He realized that his cock was
stirring in his hose as he talked with him.  He had not felt like this
toward anyone since Caxton had died.
   "Thank you, sir!"  Branford blushed as he looked down at the ground.
   "Would you like to ride with me, Branford?"
   "Oh yes, sir, yes I would!"
   Roan reached down and pulled Branford up, sitting him on the horse in
front of him.  He spurred the horse and they galloped off, riding in the
direction that Branford had come from. As he expected, Roan's cock, now
hard, began pushing into Branford's ass as the motion of the horse
pushed Branford back against him.  Roan reached around Branford and held
him tightly.  He let his head rest on Branford's shoulder and rode in
silence.  They rode like that for a long time, neither saying anything,
just enjoying the feeling of closeness that they had discovered.
   "Branford, do you like riding with me?" Roan's mouth was near
Branford's ear, close enough to nibble it, which he wanted to do, but
didn't.
   "Yes, I like the feel of your body next to mine, sir."
   "Branford, I would like to do something else, please?"
   "Anything you wish, sir, anything."  Roan sighed and stopped the
horse.  They dismounted, and Roan got undressed.  Branford watched,
fascinated as the handsome knight unveiled himself to him. Then he stood
still and let Roan remove his clothes. Roan stepped back and looked at
him. He was Roan's height, but not as muscular, although his body was
well-developed.  He was tanned from exposure to the sun and his chest
was covered with blonde hair that contrasted to the tan color of his
skin.  Roan walked around and looked at him from behind.  He smiled when
he saw his rounded ass.  Each cheek was like a half of a melon, shapely
and jutting with a crevice between them from which protruded strands of
long blonde hairs. He walked to him, pressed his body against his and
pushed his hard dick into the crevice.
   "Have you ever been with a man, Branford?"
   "No sir, I haven't. I haven't been with anyone."
   "I desire you, Branford."
   "I am yours, sir, take me."
   "Come, Branford, let's ride again."
   They mounted again, Branford sitting in front of Roan, their naked
bodies pressed together. Roan reached for Branford's hard dick and
stroked it.  He liked the feel of this teenager's cock, it was long,
curved and dripping. He spurred the horse and they were off.  This time
Roan's big dick was pushed along the crack of Branford's ass by the
galloping motion of the horse.  Branford put one hand on each of Roan's
legs and rocked back against him, letting himself be loved by this
handsome knight.  Roan rode a long time, his cock pushing along the
crack and his hand stroking the young man's dick. He knew he was
experiencing a special encounter, a healing encounter.  He remembered
his first time with William on a horse and his first time with Caxton
and he cried softly.  Branford, sensing the intensity of his emotions,
leaned back against him and gave himself completely to Roan. Soon they
came to a small stream and Roan dismounted, pulling Branford to the
water.  They splashed in like two little boys and threw water at each
other.  Roan laughed, smiled and played with Branford, enjoying him in a
way he had not done with anyone since Caxton's death.  Suddenly Roan
stood still, looked at Branford and began crying.  Branford encircled
him in his arms and kissed him gently on his cheek.  Roan put his head
on the teenager's shoulder and sobbed almost convulsively, but Branford
held him tightly, pressing his body into his and rubbing him gently on
his back.  Then Roan stopped, looked at Branford, bent down and picked
him up, carrying him to the grass along the banks of the stream.  He put
him down on the grass and lay down on him.  He began to kiss him, on his
forehead, his face, his neck, his shoulders.  He moved down to his chest
and took each nipple in his mouth, twisting it and sucking it until it
stood at attention. He licked his way down the boy's chest, stuck his
tongue into his navel and moved on to his pubes. Roan sniffed in his
pubic hairs, licked the base of his cock and let his tongue loll
leisurely up the shaft.  He noted it's thickness and length and savored
its feel. His tongue caressed the vein and moved to the crown, licking
voraciously as it went. The handsome knight looked down at the long cock
and then took it in his mouth. Branford cried out at the feel of his
cock in another's mouth and raised his body off the ground. The entire
shaft disappeared into Roan's cavern and he began sucking it with deep
mouth actions.  He moved up and down the shaft as Branford raised and
lowered his body, fucking into the hungry mouth. Roan's worked on the
youth's cock for some time and then he stopped, moved to his balls,
sucking each one and then cupping them in his hand.  He was awed at the
size of the balls and knew there was going to be a lot of jism connected
with this orgasm. He went back to the shaft, sucking it in a rhythm with
the boy's humping into his mouth.  At the same time, he continued
cupping the heavy balls, feeling their weight and squeezing them.  He
realized Branford was about to come because his body began shaking and
his moans got louder and louder.  He erupted with a powerful force that
shot his jism deep into Roan's being.  The white juice kept coming in
wave after wave, shooting out in long streams that plunged down Roan's
throat. Roan had never known anyone to have such a copious flow of
semen.  He marvelled as the youth kept giving forth.
   "You are special, Branford,I want to know you completely."
   "Take me, sir. No one had ever made me feel like this before."
   "Please, call me Roan. Let me love you."
   "Roan, I'm yours."  Branford smiled at Roan as he pushed him down on
the soft grass.
   Roan lay on him again.  He eased his way down his body, noted that he
was still hard and lifted his legs.  Almost instinctively, Branford
pulled his knees back to his chest, exposing his virgin hole. Roan
looked at it, smiled, then bent over and licked the hole.  He began to
run his tongue back and forth across the small opening in a fanning
motion. The rapid movement of his tongue on the sensitive hole caused
erotic shivers to flow through Branford's body. He lifted his ass in an
effort to get more of the probing tongue and Roan tried to push in
deeper to give him more. He stuck his tongue into the secret place and
lapped in the hole, tasting the youth and driving him to new levels of
passion. Roan had his hands on the back of Branford's thighs, pushing
them down as he worked on his slimy hole with his tongue.  He stopped,
looked up at Branford and smiled.
   "Let me love you, Branford, please let me love you." He sensed that
he was aflame with desire for this teenager.
   "Oh yes, oh God, please don't stop!"  Branford moaned as he looked
down at Roan.  He couldn't believe this handsome man was doing these
things to him. Roan raised up and lay on Branford, holding his head in
his arms and kissing him.  He felt as though he wanted to completely
consume this young man who had broken the grief within him.  He stuck
his tongue into his mouth and twisted it together with Branford's,
sucking on it and pushing it around in his mouth.  Branford, his arms
locked around Roan's neck, let his tongue become a match to ignite the
fires of lust. He was, like Roan, burning with desire and ready for
anything that was asked of him. Roan moved back to Branford's asshole
and put his tongue back on it, this time saturating it with his saliva.
Then he spit in his hand and lubricated his long cock.  Bending over the
youth, looking in his face and reaching for his cock, he began to push
it into the wet hole.  He knew his dick was going to hurt, but he also
knew that it would bring Branford more pleasure than he had ever known
before.
   "It hurts, oh God, it hurts."  Bradford cried out and Roan saw tears
in his eyes.
   "Relax, precious one, just relax.  The pain will go away. Just push
out as I push in."  Roan continued to push into the tight little hole,
easing inch after inch deep inside the virginal ass.  He kept pushing
until his pubes pushed against the melon shaped ass, signalling the
complete entry of his large dick. He lay on Branford, still holding his
head in his arms and kissed him deeply.  Branford pushed his tongue into
Roan's mouth and hugged him tightly. They lay there, unmoving, until
Roan sensed that the pain had eased and Branford was ready.
   "I'm ready, Roan, fuck me."  He whispered into Roan's ear and then
sucked on his earlobe.  Roan was overwhelmed at the passion of this
teenager and his willingness to please him. He pulled his cock out and
then pushed it in, stretching the narrow channel to new limits. He
started with slow deliberate thrusts that came back to the portal and
then pushed in to the depths.  He felt the heat and the tightness of the
virginal passage and moaned as his rod flowed into the youth. His nine
inch lance brushed the youth's prostate on its descent to his inner
being.
   "Oh yes, it feels good. Oh, oh, ah."  Branford began a running series
of moans, sighs and exclamations as the hard cock pushed into him and
touched where none had ever touched him before. He wrapped his legs
around Roan, raised his ass, and grasped him tightly, trying to get all
that he could.  Roan kept slamming into him, his dick pressing down the
narrow channel and then pulling out in quick succession.  Roan raised
up, pushed Branford's legs apart, holding them in a v-pattern and
watched as his massive prick kept flowing in and pulling out of the hot
ass.  He looked down at the point of union between he and the youth and
watched fascinated as the little hole receive the thick cock.  He pulled
all the way out and saw the distended hole, gaping and waiting for the
re-entry. He complied, pushing back in with one stroke and pulling back
out again.  He did it over and over, lost in the intensity of feelings
that were coursing through his body. Then he went back to the rhythm of
hard powerful humping, his long dick slamming into the tight hole over
and over again.  Roan had complete control and he exercised it as he
pounded the youthful ass beneath him.  The woods echoed with the moans
and sighs of the two as the fucking went on and on. Time seemed
suspended as the fleshly rod traveled down the hot tunnel, brushed the
sensitive prostate and then pulled out again. Branford, who had never
experienced such intense pleasure, began to whimper in response to the
insistent pounding of his prostate.  He was moaning, whimpering and
thrashing on the ground, underneath Roan. Roan, who had been celibate
for so long, was now on a sexual plateau that was awesome in its height.
The humping went on and the two men were consumed by the power of the
hard cock in the tight ass.
   "Rooooooooooan! Roannnnnnnnnnnnn! Oh, God! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh,
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"  Branford's body shook as he yielded to the
powerful feelings that signalled his orgasm.
   "Branforddddddddddddddddd, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"  Roan's cock began spurting and it seemed like
it was not going to ever stop discharging its hot white juice. The
intensity of his orgasm caused him to throw back his head and cry out in
esctasy.
   When it was over he held Branford in his arms and kissed him
repeatedly. He lay on the teenager and felt the heat from his body and
the absolute yieldedness that characterized him. Roan's dick was still
as hard as before and he longed to have the boy again, but he wanted his
permission. As if he was reading his mind, Branford reached down between
their bodies and grasped his cock, stroking it.
   "Again, Roan, do it again." Branford snuggled up against Roan and
sucked his earlobe.
   "I want you so much, Branford, I need this so badly, please."
   "I'm yours for this time, use me, Roan." Roan's eyes filled with
tears as he looked at this prescient teenager. He knew that his love for
this young man was healing the hurt he had felt for so long at the loss
of Caxton.
   Roan turned Branford over and entered him as he lay on his stomach.
He plowed into him with the same incredible intensity, filling his hot
ass with his powerful cock.  After awhile he pulled them both over so
that they were lying on their sides, Branford's leg being held in the
air.  The teenager turned his head so that Roan could kiss him, pushing
his tongue into his mouth, matching the movement of his cock.  Roan also
stroked Branford's cock and in that way they both came together.
   For a long time they lay in the grass, Roan holding Branford tightly
against his body.  Neither said anything, they didn't have to, they
understood each other perfectly.  Roan felt a release he hadn't felt
since Caxton's death.  He knew that the grief was broken and he was once
again free to love and to be loved.
   Roan took Branford home, met his father, gave him five gold
sovereigns and promised to come back for him.  He rode home alternately
laughing and crying in the release that he had experienced with
Branford.  When he crossed the drawbridge of the castle, Richard came
out to meet him and immediately recognized that something was different.
Roan jumped down from his horse, grabbed his brother in his arms and
kissed him passionately.
   "I love you, Richard, I love you, my brother."  Richard, at first,
hesitant, just stood there, his arms at his side, incredulous.  Then, as
Roan's kisses began to affect him, he hugged him back and started
crying.  It was in this position that the other knights found the two
brothers, standing in the courtyard, hugging each other and crying
together.
   The change at Claxton was immediate. The period of Roan's celibacy
was over and joy returned as Roan went back to his old ways. He returned
to Branford's house as he had promised and got him, bringing him back to
the castle. Branford, handsome, innocent and loving, became the center
of attraction, sought out by all and loved by many, but especially
attached to Roan. He stayed at the castle, most of the time sharing
Roan's bed, either with Roan alone or with others; and then there were
times he shared other beds, but he never slept alone.

   Roan, Earl of Caxton, son of Hugh, had many other adventures with the
Knights of the Rod and they continued to distinguish themselves as great
warriors and lovers.  Perhaps, if there are those who are interested,
those adventures may also be told and preserved for posterity.
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