Date: Mon, 14 Feb 2022 18:01:48 +0000
From: Silenos69 <Silenos69@protonmail.com>
Subject: Lanced-A-Lot 11

LANCED-A-LOT

By: Silenos

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LANCED-A-LOT: Chapter 11:

	I woke up the next day at the crack of yawn. There was a dawn
trying to creep through the small window, but the crack yawning was that of
my butt and the cock crowing for it was Michael's. He slid into me
pleasurably and with ease, pressing in from behind. With his chest stuck
firmly to my back and arms wrapped under me he began a slow, gentle
pumping, tickling my hard teats as he kissed the back of my neck. With my
own cock pressed into the pallet beneath me it was not long before it
crowed too. As my arse clenched at my spending I felt Michael tense as he
let out a loud "Oh Jaysus!" breeding me with his seed.

	I had finally managed to get back to Idris' rooms the night
before. Having disrobed I fell naked onto the bed. Frankly I was exhausted
from the previous two days, so much had happened in so short a time. I
needed rest which was not to come for all the coming going on in the next
room. The door to Gallant's chambers was not only left open, it was left
WIDE open and blocked. Apparently the two humpers in the next room were
inviting an audience. I was too tired and, as Sprite had made no
appearance, drifted into sleep with my very hard pointed lance in hand. I
woke up as that lance was penetrating Michael's arse. He'd not only oiled
his own hole, he'd oiled my lance, and my hole in hopes of later
penetration. Tired as I was; lances can have minds of their own. I
regretted Sprite's non appearance as I could only imagine what the three of
us could have gotten up to; perhaps in the future.

	Michael had returned from Lord Castlemount's rooms rather
early. "The old fart only wanted me to suck him dry. Not the first time,
probably not the last. I made sure his `particular' page watched. He did
not seem enthusiastic until I sucked him too, what can you expect from
an..., OOOH! That feels good!" He had at that point disrobed and kept on
talking as he mounted and slid down on my lance. The boy could no shut
up. He rode me like I was some sort of stallion. I noted the sounds passion
had resumed in the other room.

	I could not have been more bored with the chatter but when he spent
all over me in great geysers of come I almost followed him in
excitement. Those three balls were very productive. I was surprised when he
not only came all over me but then flipped me over and pushed his not
unsubstantial cock in me. My rectum was needing it. Having had only furtive
fucks in the previous few days, except for the one with Idris, my arse
needed satisfaction. We proceeded to go at it all night, swapping man place
for woman place, but it became mechanical.  Even Idris, who's cock had fit
perfectly, would not have been able to satisfy my needs. I enjoyed the fun,
but there was a missing element.. I did not know what it was but did
recognize its absence. Plus, as adept and insatiable, as Michael was, I was
exhausted.

	Didn't matter, cocks crowing or not, the morning ride Michael was
taking was interrupted by laughter from our two masters who were standing
arm in arm, naked and erect, their free hands stroking themselves as they
chortled at us. "It seems, our squires have become playmates." Giggled a
naked Gallant, he was a muscled, hairy, beast and it was easy to understand
my master's attraction. I would not turn him out of bed; but was also not
someone I would throw into it either. His lance was suitably long and of
moderate girth.

	"Mayhap we should join them?" Suggested Idris, just as Michael
cried out and shot yet another fantastic load deep into me. Michael was
quickly pushed to the side as Gallant entered me.

	"Oh, this boy is well slicked up!" Cried Gallant as he began to
pump me, raising my legs over his shoulders. His lance fit well, not as
well as Idris' but well enough. Idris, for his part, wasted no time filling
my mouth with his own weapon, as Michael took mine in his. All of us more
than willing participants in what the Christians call sins of sodomy. A
long night of multiple fornication had given us all staying power and we
went on for some minutes. I was in ecstasy, my nipples hard and firm as
Gallant thrust away and I tasted my master's sword. Michael pulled his
mouth off, straddled me and sunk down on my member, bouncing on it with his
back to his own master reached around my legs to stroke Michael's nipples
causing the boy to spurt again. The sight sent Idris off, flooding my mouth
with his nectar, which in turn sent me spewing up into Michael causing my
hole to clench and setting Gallant off. My hole had been filled and my body
drenched in the seed of many. I can think of worse ways to wake up in the
morning.

	The four of us collapsed on each other atop the bed with happy
sights. Idris whispered in my ear, "Robin and I love each other, but we
both like to sport with boys as well." I certainly had no objection to
that. We all lay catching our breath for a few moments before I extricated
myself from the pile of limbs, rousing Michael with a slap on his arse.

	"Come," I commanded, "we have work to do." So saying I wet a rag by
water jug and bade him stand so I could scrub evidence and odors of the
night's doings from him. He returned the favor, and then we both washed our
Knights. A bath would have been preferable, alas none was available and it
was too far to dash for a swim.

	"About your lack of man hair..." Gallant started as Michael washed
him.

	I rolled my eyes and merely said, again, "It keeps away, stink,
vermin, and hair from our teeth."

	Gallant laughed "Sensible. I find it quite fetching. I have decided
Michael and I should do the same."

	"Later M'lord." I agreed with a smile "but now we must hurry as the
day grows on and we have lands to inspect."

	After re-dressing my wound, and dressing ourselves, we had a quick
breakfast of breads and cheese before calling for our mounts and setting
off. Gallant led us south following the road along the river. When we had
passed the last of the farms extending out from Castlemount, we came to a
small woodland. "This," said Castlemount, bringing us to a halt before
entering the wood, "is where your lands begin. From the small hills you can
see to the west and coming back to the river, then down to the sea." We
proceeded on with Idris commenting on the loveliness of the wood; for
myself I looked for enterprises that would support my master and his new
household. At first there only seemed to be trees, but we soon cleared them
and the river grew wider and shallower, the land becoming flat and marshy
on the river side and rising slowly on the other side in a rolling and
rocky spread of land not fit for farming. We came to a place where the road
diverged directly into the river.

	"There is a ford here used to cross to my father's lands on the
other side. However, we will continue on to the sea where your estate will
end. There was a settlement by the Ford from when the Romans ruled, and
beyond that a small village of fishermen." So we continued on, the Roman
place was indeed a ruin, but there was a small dilapidated tower, and what
looked like the remains of what had once been a prosperous settlement. "I
think you could fix up the tower and put a respectable house and wall next
to it." Said Gallant, while I wondered with what money? Then I grew bold.

	"Sir Gallant?" I asked, "Would your father grant Sir Idris a parcel
of land from above the ford to the sea to Sir Idris as a wedding gift?"

	Gallant looked affronted at my question but asked cautiously "why
would he do that?"

	"Sir, there seems little these lands have that could provide an
income for my Lord and his new family; but if he were to hold the land on
both sides of the Ford he could charge a toll to all who wish to cross it."

	Gallant considered for a moment before his face lit up, "I shall
have to speak to my father, but that is a capital idea Jack." Idris and
Michael just shrugged at one-another having no idea what had just
transpired.

	However, not wanting to appear daft Idris agreed "Yes a Capital
idea Bug."

	"Bug?" Both Gallant and Michael's brows raised as they spoke in one
voice.

	"Oh, yes, Bug. It is a childhood name..." Idris stumbled.

	"Yes," I jumped in. "A childhood name, a play on my family name
Gwenyn, a bee. I was forever running about and getting in the way like a
bee but being the nuisance of a bug. Those who know me from the time still
call me that; but only my familiars." I thanked the stars I'd learned the
talent of making things up on the go. My father had a particular talent for
it, often pleasing the crowds and audiences he met with it in the places we
had traveled.

	"May we call you Bug too?" Asked Michael. For someone as gossipy
and sexually precocious as he was the boy really was quite the innocent.

	"Given our exchanges of this morning I believe we can call
ourselves `familiars' at this point don't you? So yes." I smiled, "but only
in chambers. Right Robin?" Gallant let out a snort of laughter.

	Gallant laughed "Then Bug it will be, but only in private."

	 Michael coughed "M'Lord, remembering our, um, `familiarity' of
this morning, and it having been a few hours, I'm afraid my, um, issue, has
come up. May I catch up with you after, I, um, take care of it?" He was
blushing a shade of red I don't believe I had ever seen before.

	Again Gallant laughed, "I'm sorry Idris, you may not have noticed
this morning in our haste, but Michael has three bollocks. At 16 summers
this makes his nethers a bit over-productive and he finds he must relieve
them on a somewhat regular basis."

	"Three bollocks! No I hadn't noticed, this I must see!" Exclaimed
Idris.

	"Perhaps Bug would like to help him out and we could watch?"
Suggested Gallant.

	"Bug? He helped Michael out all night, its my turn." Idris
demanded.

	With a shrug and smile Gallant agreed saying, "Then perhaps Bug
would help me out as we watch you. I find the more one gets the more one
wants when sex is involved and am feeling a bit randy myself." Great minds
thinking alike, I had looked at Michael and seen the bulge between his legs
poking at his hose, straining them and the juice that comes before the joy
creating a stain the sight making me quite stiff myself. We rode a little
off the road and tethered our horses, using them as a shield in case
someone else should happen by.

	Idris and Michael had pushed their hose down in a flash, and my
master was on his knees with Michael's lance buried deep in his throat
while he stroked himself with one hand and used the other to fondle the
boy's sumptuous bollocks. I was not far behind, falling to my own knees and
pulling Gallant's hose down, swallowing his eager member to the root. He
let out a sigh and before a moment had passed both Idris and I were having
our faces fucked. The four of us eyed each other lustily as we went after a
rapid conclusion. Michael let out a cry, flooding Idris' mouth with his
sweet milk. Gallant followed and with his final lurch and gasp while Idris
and I spending on the grass by our hands. I should note Gallant's milk was
as thick and tasty as it was voluminous.

	None of us were embarrassed as we righted our garments; in fact we
were all chuckling. "Oh, that we had more time." Moaned Idris wistfully.

	"We will have all night my love," Gallant said, leaning in to give
Idris a kiss on his cheek. The morning shenanigans, and then this
encounter, are probably what set the stage for our future relations. None
of us hid desire from the others after this and would couple, with one or
all of the others most casually after that. Idris and Gallant might be
lovers, but we were all lovers of men and boys and we would in future
satisfy our needs with each other from then on with a easy familiarity that
might shock some. All of us enjoyed giving as well as receiving pleasure,
and none of us were greedy or jealous about it. Our only problem would be
remaining discreet.

	We continued on to the sea where the tide was out and several small
fishing boats were beached. A few huts with little gardens stood back from
the shore of what was a natural, if not significant, harbor protected by
rocks. From the beach to the where the water met the land large posts, the
remnants of a wharf or jetty, jutted up into the air. In front of the huts
men worked at fixing nets, and boats. With our approach the entire populace
stopped their tasks and came out to greet us, led by a burly older man.

	The man dropped to a knee and tapped his head having no hat to
doff. "M'Lord," he quivered, "I am sorry we were not expecting you. We
would have..."

	Gallant interrupted him "No need, no need, and I am not your Lord,
he is, or soon to be." Gallant said indicating Idris. At which point the
man turned his attention, unsure of where, he should make his obeisance.

	"I am pleased to meet you..." Idris bowed lightly at the codger.

	"Fisher Sir," the man genuflected again, "We are all Fisher's here
now, the few that are left."

	"Tell me more of yourselves Fisher." Commanded Idris, in a level
but inviting tone. At which point I noticed a boy, about my real age with
lovely curly locks and sparkling green eyes. He was blond, like most of the
others, and was staring at us with pretty red lipped mouth open. I stepped
over to him, leaving the men to their talk. He was stunningly beautiful in
a cherubic way; if a cherub was no more than stick-and-bones. He
particularly kept trying not to stare at Michael.

	"Boy," I called to him, leading Agatha with me. Michael noticed and
followed. The boy's attention snapped to my word, his me mouth closing only
to open again.

	He trotted to us gasping "Sir, yes Sir. What can I do for you Sirs?
Are you really Knights."

	Michael snorted, but I responded "No boy, we are but squires. How
are you called?"

	"They call me Rump Sir." He squeaked.

"Well Rump," I addressed him noting that his rump was indeed pretty. "We
are Squires and such you may call me Jack and him Michael. Our masters are
indeed Knights, but right now my fellow and I are in need of someplace to
relieve ourselves. We do not wish to offend, so a private place. Can you
tell us where such might be?"

	"Oh! Of course Sires, but may I ask is it bladders or bowels? I do
not mean to be rude but the one place is fragrant and the other stinks."
His eyes lit up at the first part, then scowled at the second.

	"Bladders!" Exclaimed Michael. With that the boy led us behind the
huts to a grassy area surrounded by bushes. Oddly enough it was graveled
and in the center was a small statue of some long dead god with a mighty
phallus clutched in its two hands.

	"We piss on him," explained Rump. "He is the God of, well, the
obvious." He paused before almost whispering "Sometimes we seed on him
too."

	Michael and I stepped up to the thing and drew out our lances,
causing the boy to gasp, especially when Michael's bollocks were set
free. The two of us began pissing on the statue as Michael suggest to the
boy "join us if you have need."

	With little hesitation Rump lifted his tunic and revealed a not
fully grown weapon of some 5", thick and worthy of attention for a boy his
age and a not inconsiderable bush. Michael looked over and began to grow
hard even as he released his stream, he began to stroke himself and grow
harder. The sight of that started me up as well and the sight of us
stiffening had the same effect on Rump.

	"So you, uh, say, you seed on this God do you?" choked Michael as
his flow ceased.

	"Yes, it is an offering to the God." The boy gasped as he watched
Michael and I stroke ourselves.

	"Then perhaps," Michael stepped past me "we should all make such an
offering. Can I help you with yours." He had locked eyes with the boy as he
took hold of the young one's cock. There were no more words, I stepped up
to Michael and took his fat manhood in my hand and he took mine in his with
his free one not busy with Rump's. It was not long before we were all
shooting onto the grinning God. Rump's growing even wider at the sight of
Michael's volume.

	While I find mutual gratification more satisfying with an arse or a
mouth (taking or giving), there is something exciting about simple hands-on
satisfaction being achieved by mere touch as well and it is not to be
rowned upon. Rump surprised us by dropping in front of us after and eagerly
cleaning us with his tongue. Which inspired the insatiable Michael to blow
again in the mouth so willingly applied. Michael looked stunned, having
stared into the boy's eyes the whole time he was serviced. When done he
pulled away and we hastened back to our masters.

	Rump could not stop staring at Michael who kept looking back
nervously. "Why is it you like our seed so much Rump?" I paused to question
him.

	Drawing himself back together he looked at me and smiled. "I just
like it, it is like fine wine I expect, not that I have ever had any. I
have taken it from all the men both in my mouth and up my arse, since most
of the women have died or left; I am their relief. At first, when I was
very young, it hurt because they were all so big, but I desired it all the
same. It is how I got my name. Now I really like it. My father says I was
sent from the God to appease the men, and I do, and enjoy it. But, I,.."

	"But what?" I pressed.

	"There will be nothing for me here after I am no longer young and
pretty. All there will be is fishing, fishing, and the stench of
fish. There is no future for me here." He said, looking sadly to the
ground. "And then, for a moment with your friend there was something even
better. I should not want it. All things are above my station." With that
he sobbed, turned, and ran from me.

	"Don't be so sure!" I called after him, my words probably lost in
the wind.


This tale came to me from a wealthy friend who found it bound in his
family's extensive bookshelves. Nobody could read it as it was in a strange
hand and written in a mix of the common tongue and Norman French of its
day. His family has lived in the same place, if not home, for centuries and
are what one might consider landed gentry. My friend brought it to me in
hopes I might be able to transcribe it into the English of our own time as
that sort of thing is what I do. I have updated it only in that I have made
such things as measurements, expressions, and such understandable by our
reckoning today. What I found in my labors was quite startling. It would be
wise for the reader to remember that mores were different then, and that
the perception of "age" was as well. Average life expectancy was about 33
years, and people were smaller too, the average height being about
5'7". Insofar as I can tell these pages were written after the Norman
conquest, but not by much. England, Scotland, Wales and Cornwall were all
very much their own kingdoms, with petty kingdoms within, and Vikings could
still be something of a nuisance in some parts even though history says
their terror ended in exactly 1066.