Date: Wed, 19 Aug 2009 12:16:04 +0200 (CEST)
From: ARTFITZ <artfitz@orange.fr>
Subject: the druid chapter 4

It was now about two hours after the high sun. The chieftain and his family
and guests were finishing their food in the great circular Hall. The
chieftain O'Rourke had made a huge effort to impress the famous druid and
had the Piberacht (piper),the Family Bard (poet and harp player) perform
the great songs of the family. These told the stories of the famous wars
and cattle raids against the age old enemies of the tribe. The genealogy of
the chieftain going back to the first settlers of the island from Egypt and
the plains of Iran and India. Places that had lost all significance to the
actual members of the family but still recounted with great pride...The
O'Rourke was happy, his fat bearded face a wash with mead and shinning with
pride. The food was wonderful and the company of great interest. The
discussions ranged over many subjects including the up coming election of
the new Ard Ri (High King of all Ireland). He would be chosen from the
royal and noble families in a most democratic way. He would then be crowned
on the stone of destiny which would cry out if he was a false man. He must
be without blemish or handicap and thus the O'Rourke took pleasure in
listing the men who could not take the position. He especially liked
telling the assembly about the mad and the lame and those whose sexual
problems let them out of the race... The Druid did not comment but the
others laughed out loud and banged the tables as the chieftain got louder
and lewder.

The boy warrior entered the assembly and bowed to the Chieftain who looked
with a lustful look in his eyes at the alabaster masterpiece standing in
front of him. 'My men took good care of you', he asked with a smile on his
face. 'Most attentive my Lord' replied the boy. 'Your hospitality will be
on my lips for many years Lord'. As it should be my boy. 'May I suggest
that my Lord Druid should rest now as we must leave to avoid spending the
night in the forests of Connaught. We should be able to reach the rath of
the Queen Maeve tonight if we make good time'.

The O'Rourke looked at the boy and the druid and again at the boy and shook
his head... such a rush such a waste, he had hoped to taste the sweet lips
of the boy and feel his stallion cock entering his arse that night. No
matter, they had to come back in this direction and he would have his price
then.

'I shall send a man with you and supply horses to ensure you arrive before
nightfall. The man will then return with the horses once you have arrived
safely'. The Druid looked at the O 'Rourke and smiled widely turning to the
assembly and praising the Chieftain in golden words. His wisdom, his
hospitality, his home, his children and his greater family. The beauty of
the maidens the strength of limb of his boys and his honourable treatment
of his guests. If the chieftain ever felt better in his life it was
sometime he had forgotten. He beamed, he smiled, he laughed, he even turned
a little red with the praise, difficult to see of course because of his big
red face but his cheeks glowed warmly.

The boy lead the druid to his chamber in the curve of the great hall. The
room was beautifully decorated and the bed covered in furs. The druid moved
towards the bed and fell on it. His prone body lying there with one leg
hanging over the the side made the boys heart miss a beat. He moved towards
his master, took of his sandals, rubbed his feet, and kissed the souls and
toes of his beautiful feet. The druid moved his body, the soft lips of the
boy and his tongue tickling his tired feet. He did not take them away and
indicated by his pleased cooing that he enjoyed the attention of the
boy. The druid was exhausted by the meal, the noise and the questioning of
the crowd. He felt so tired and needed to be relaxed to sleep. The boy
moved his strong hands around the druids thick ankles and up his huge and
hairy legs massaging them with an expertise that comes from the needs of
the troops to be in the best of condition for battle at any time.

The druid was delighted as his legs muscles relaxed. The boy continued,
lifting up the druids long. white linen shirt around his waist revealing
his rounded hairy arse, it was so white, so beautiful that the boy hardened
in a very short time. The Druid moaned as the boy massed his cheeks,
delighting as the young man manoeuvred his cheeks apart revealing his pink
hole. The boy could not resist he moved his body closer climbing on the bed
and straddling the strong legs of his master. He bent his head forward
kissing the pinkness of the beautiful puckering orifice. The druid moved in
pleasure moaning even louder. The boy took his courage and his throbbing
cock in hand and moved it towards the venerable puckering pink heaven in
front of his now dilated eyes. It was so inviting, so beautiful, so fucking
close, he could smell the sweat and the musky odour of the man body. He was
in seventh heaven, trembling, sweating and ready to die his heart was
beating so fast. He did not know how the druid, his master, his lover would
take his presumed arse attack. Maybe it would be the end, a great insult to
such an august man.

In the end, LOL, the druid moved his august rear end higher to allow a
penetration. The boy fumbled holding his solid veined rampant gloriously
purpled headed uncut cock and slowly pushed it downwards painfully to try
to enter paradise. He gasped as the head touched the puckering pink hole
and pushed the now dripping cock into the awaiting mature man's rear. Both
men gasped. In the silence they heard another gasp coming from the timbered
wall. Stefan looked around and saw a pair of red eyes glaring through a gap
in the wall. He was sure that it was the stallion O'Rourke who was watching
the heated progress in the chamber. For a moment he hesitated, then smiled,
and gave the hospitable chieftain a show that he would never forget. He
heard the moaning of the man behind the wall as he obviously came profusely
like the Shannon river which flowed so majestically outside the fort. He
was in heaven himself now the druid was pushing against his cock so hard
that the boy nearly fell off several times. This was like a wild horse that
he was trying to take, full of fire and solar energy. The pace quickened
until the inflamed cheeks of the mature man engulfed his cock right up to
his balls. He came and fell like a dead man on top of the druid. The man
moaned as he felt the rush of warm manhood shoot up and into his entrails
filling him with power and lust and energy.

They slept for an hour only to be woken by the O'Rourke who knocked at the
wooden door, entering after a short time to allow for decorum.'The horses
guide and the ferry is ready to transport you My Lord Druid'. I am sure you
will remember the hospitality of my house, and I am sure I shall never
forget your visit. On your way back I shall open my gates to you and your
companion and we shall feast till dawn.'

The Druid moved slowly keeping the boy seed and energy inside him and
savouring the feeling. He was totally relaxed now and ready to go onwards
towards his destiny.