Chapters in this issue:

Celestin, Page Corporeal, The Blacksmith's Lad, Roland and Gabriel

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Celestin, Page Corporeal

He observed how a boy carried himself, and considered it much revealing how he perceived himself. He liked one who thought of himself as being arousing and attractive, and desirable; that certain quality of many a beautiful boy, who, fully aware of the beauty of his looks and his sex, though not consciously exploiting it, never the less communicated his awareness of himself, without reserve. He liked some wanton forwardness and a little pert maidenliness too, and all the better if seen to be erect in his hose, in Raymond's presence, during his visitation.

Raymond had been approached by his vassal, Vicomte de Nimes. De Nimes had asked his son, Celestin if he would like to be a page at a prestigious court. The boy had viewed it very favourably, especially when it was suggested the position might be at the court of their overlord. Thus to the foregoing regard, Raymond went to visit, and the boy was discussed and fetched for.

Celestin was a self-centred boy at 11½, in love with himself, as many boys his age are in pubertal adolescence. His head floated in a sex-cloud, centred on cock, his and other boys cocks. Because of being fetching and pretty for a boy, Celestin had been brought up and encouraged to adore himself, and was adored; constantly showered with affection and compliments, about how pretty he was.

From the first stirrings of his nascent puberty at nine years old, he had been indulged in sensual pleasure, having his young prick sucked when it stiffened and played with, whenever he wanted, and his arse rosebud caressed, even by his nanny, especially when he was upset about something. She would sooth him with a greasy finger inside it. His environment had been very liberal; he was shown how to masturbate, and allowed, and encouraged to openly do as he liked as he so desired; behaviour, which in another culture, would have seemed wantonly lewd.

He frequently slouched languorously, nude, on his parents laps, his legs hanging open, with them kissing and petting him, while he fully aroused, masturbated. Such was the liberty and licence he enjoyed at home. Indeed, his sister, a little older was treated similarly and would think nothing of being on her father's lap, naked, having her young burgeoning breasts played with.

Celestin was masturbated on his nanny's lap too, where she let him pee also, if he wanted to, without so much as moving a muscle. The naughty imp took great delight in always coming to her with a full bladder, and as he let go, she played with his young cock and balls, whilst his pee flowed over both of them; fortunately, nanny always wore a leather apron, with him to look after.

By the age of eleven he never slept alone. There was always at least one other boy with him in bed, age mates, and older, many different boys. However, there were other influences in his life, and when away from home and friends and family, his manners became less blatantly wanton, though by the age of eleven he had become a gorgeous and effeminate little pansy, in love with cock.

Now standing before Raymond for inspection, was an exquisitely pretty boy, of 11½, with twinkling hazel eyes, and light streaky blonde fine hair, which fell lank and straight, past the nape of his neck. He had a cute, slightly upturned nose, an achingly pretty carmine mouth, and long dark blonde eyelashes, and a slight blush in the cheeks, all set in a face of flawless complexion. Raymond also saw in the boy's face that indefinable quality that pubertal adolescent boys have: wanton cock worship.

Raymond gently caressed the boy's cheeks and brushed his hair from the sides of his face and gazed at the boy, and smiled at him as he looked him over from the crown of his head to his slippered feet.

Celestin tingled inside at the Seigneur's touch as though a wave were passing through his body and parted his mouth in a pretty smile then looked down a little shyly, feeling and seeing his young pubescent cock harden inside his hose and eased his hips a little forward to not hide it?

"Your boy is exquisite, Thierry," said Raymond to the boy's father.

"I pray that he might as such, honour your court, Sire."

"Indeed he would much compliment it," replied Raymond, nodding fervently. He smiled at the boy again, and Celestin looked quizzically at his father and then into Raymond's eyes again.

"Sire, I am told you may wish engage me to be a page at your Court," said Celestin pertly.

"Indeed, and the sun and the stars shall feel blessed over its roof with you under it." "Why Sire, and do they not bless me here?" said Celestin cutely, slowly flashing his eyelashes at Raymond.

"Celestin!" exclaimed his father.

"I'm sure they must, for you are one of the most exquisitely pretty boys I've ever seen." effused Raymond, and touched his lips to the boy's hand.

"You may kiss me," said Celestin, cocking his head to one side, squirming a little as he asserted himself, smiling brightly.

"Celestin, do not dispense favours and gratuities in that manner. Offer yourself, quietly and respectfully. I remind you that this gentleman is our overlord, Raymond, Count of Toulouse," said his father.

"Thierry!" admonished Raymond plaintively, but the boy drew up to Raymond with parted lips, and Raymond kissed him slowly.

"There," said Raymond, taking a wrist and kissed the boy's palm too. Raymond's hand then slipped between the boy's upper thighs and felt him under his tunic, fondling him, feeling the boy's fully tumesced young cock through his hose. Celestin, still smiling adoringly and without altering his gaze at Raymond, eased himself further forward, parting his thighs for Raymond's hand and raised his tunic front a little that it might not hinder his progress, whilst Raymond's other palm caressed the boy's bottom and enquired of his age.

"Do you play with Etienne?" asked Raymond, engagingly.

"With Etienne, Sire?"

"Etienne here," replied Raymond, with a little laugh, fondling the boy's erection through his hose. Celestin quivered and held his bottom lip ''twixt his teeth.

"My prick... why yes Sire?" replied Celestin, making to correct Raymond's silliness, "and my friends play with it much, too, Sire, and my nurse does so, as she bathes me."

"How is it?" Raymond asked, engagingly of him.

"Why, I like it much Sire. My nanny says my arse is naughty as I cannot stop it squirming, but she so pleasures me so. She doth fap me Sire, with a finger in my arse," laughed Celestin.

Raymond drew back against his chair, very aroused, and exhaled noisily. Noticing this, Celestin asked, "May I show it you, Sire?"

Now, before Raymond had made any response, Celestin had raised his tunic again and unfastened his hose. Out sprang a young and pretty 4¾ inch rigid young prick, and he protruded his hips forward, cupping his balls in one had, and offered himself to Raymond.

"Does it please you Sire," asked Celestin with a coy smile, fingering it a little like a little pansy, then flicking and holding to down to make spring about. He let his arms droop limply by his sides, stared down at it, and flashed a smile at Raymond. "See Sire, it wants to play. "

Raymond, now seated, laughed indulgently at him, and with a nod exchanged with his father, drew the boy closer, hugged and kissed him, and gave the boy's cock a stroke.

"My, my," he said to the boy's father, "He owns a rare beauty. Rare enough to please Lord, page, Monk, lads, boys and damsels, alike, Thierry, and for not quite yet twelve summers. You have reared him well. He would be the most popular page at my court."

Hearty laughter ensued. Raymond told Celestin he was an especially pretty boy, and pleased him much all together. Celestin had rested his head against Raymond with one knee drawn up, gaping his thighs open, hankering to be on Raymond's lap. Raymond obliged and began softly masturbating the boy as Celestin simpered softly in response to it. He then sucked the boy off on a couch, swept him up into his arms, and bid the Vicomte farewell. Taking his leave without further ado, with his small retinue, he rode away for Autignac, clasping his new novice page Corporeal to him on his saddle.

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After their arrival at the Château d'Autignac, Raymond had a cursory talk with Celestin about how his new life would proceed at court, and education, for the role of page Corporeal, which he would assume about the time of his twelfth summer, in six months. At the castle, he was given over to the care of the Chaplain who would be his mentor. The Chaplain complimented him on his prettiness and beauty, who always found this always well with a conceited page, and advised him not to be secretive in anything he did.

In his activities he was to fully enjoy and show himself off as he wished, and not be shy or seek seclusion, for fear of any rebuke or admonition. The Chaplain was referring to masturbation of course. Celestin giggled that he had never needed to hide away anywhere when he wanted to fap, play kissing, or even fuck with another boy, and did so anywhere, as he pleased. The Chaplain also told him that the same went for pissing and that it was liked to see in a page.

"It particularly delights the Seigneur and his son to have pretty Pageboys disport themselves about, and show themselves off," said the Chaplain.

He added that his new environment at Château d'Autignac was a place of natural beauty and freedom, most manifest in its compliment of Pages. He then went on to briefly explain that Celestin would be enrolled at the court school in the next few days to learn about courtly duties and etiquette, academic studies, and music, where he would learn the lute, and how to accompany it.

Cèlestin then went on to say that they used to... "squabble over me because I did'nt know which one I liked best, but I liked them all. My father said that because I am very pretty, I should have one special boyfriend, because it was'nt fair to make them cry, when I could'nt choose, so then Sire Raymond came to visit us, and brought me here."

The Chaplain kissed his cheek and assured him he should have no doubts about having a special boyfriends at Château d'Autignac, to sleep with every night.

All of the appointed Court Pages passed through the court Chaplain's hands; their welfare was his duty. As with most boys between the ages of 11 -- 14, their heads floated in a sex cloud, and cock was a 'mesmerizing' draw in the mind of a prospective page who sought such a position. Being adorable as well as sexy, as was the norm for these Pages, he frequently already had much experience of cock with other boys; a young and pretty adolescent is scarce short of friends.

At his inception at court, the new page was bedazzled by the thought of being surrounded by an elite group of other boys free to enjoy cock all day between their duties. The Chaplain let the novice settle himself in for a few days amongst his fellows, and acclimatize himself with their lifestyle, and make friends. Later he might form a particular strong boyfriend relationship with another, if he so wished. It was not until he desired to venture himself forth to the Seigneur for adult cock, that he was approached.

Naturally, amongst themselves there would be much bragging, and embroidered tales, and establishment of hierarchy, and also of devotion and fulfilment, and it was these sentiments that influenced him. In this matter, the old Chaplain was the page's confidant, and though partaking of no physical intimacy with them, yet loved he boys dearly, and made himself always available on hand to guide and counsel them when they approached him for help. The kindly Chaplain was much taken aback, though, at a remark of Celestin's.

"You focken old cunt. You shall keep your old focken knob in your gown. Don't focken think your having that out with me, then I will be happy with you."

"Why yes, young pretty stripling, twas ever so here that there shall remain a courteous sexual space between myself and all court Pages, passing through my hands."

One trait that many of the Pages had in common was that they could'nt stand still without posing; they preened at their hair, and prissied about with themselves, whilst fondling and caressing their crotches, and sometimes their bottoms, so cocksure of themselves were they.

In flirting, Celestin soon saw that they would have their pricks out and stroke them to show off how horny they were, and offer their crotches to him. Out of the complement of sixteen pages, ranging in age eleven to fourteen at the château, there was always some sexual intrigue about.

After his introductory talk with the Chaplain, Celestin was passed to the Nurse's chamber and handed over to her, having a little word with her about him, which she nodded and chuckled at. Nurse, nicknamed Sourquim, amongst the Pages, was a buxom, but soft hearted matriarch, one with many duties. One of them was maintaining clothing and laundry for the court household. In her store, amongst much other clothing, she kept page attire of all sizes, including hosiery and night gowns. She greeted Celestin and sized him up with her eye.

"Oh my Lord in heaven, you are a leggy pretty darling, are'nt you. What's your name and how old are you?"

"Celestin de Nimes, ma'am, and I'm of 11½ summers," said Celestin, blushing.

"Ordinaire or Corporeal, not that it much matters here, these days, the seigneur past fooling around with Pages and damsels... his battle injuries you see."

"Corporeal ma'am, or at least I'm going to be."

"You have beautiful hair poppet, I'll have to get you out some special things then, won't I. Now let me see..." said Nurse, and she disappeared into her store, a large ante-chamber wardrobe.

When she returned her arms were full of clothing.

"There, now lets see...This is your livery...and these are your blue chapeau with your gold ankle bracelet that tells everyone you're a Corporeal...," said Nurse, placing the items on a cabinet.

"Yes ma'am."

"Now this your hosiery...I'm giving you five to start you off. You will see the fastenings to your breeks are loose at the front. Nothing is worn over your what-nots here and these are your slippers, are'nt they pretty, try the size."

Celestin tried them, but found them too small, so Nurse scuttled off and changed them, and had to get another size of livery and chemise too, as they were too large, though the hose fit perfectly. Fully dressed now from head to toe in his new garments, in front of Nurse he prissied and sashayed about, inspecting himself, and felt sexy, which brought his young cock up in his hose yet again. He lifted his tunic to see how it looked there, protruding his hips forward in front of Nurse, and stared at it, then with a pained expression, bent his knees up and down.

"My jake is up Ma'am, see how it peeks out under my tunic."

"Aye, you'll get used to that and what a forward pretty poppet you are too, are'nt you."

"I beg pardon ma'am...I'm told I am exquisitely pretty and that my young cock is very much a liking to other boys and lads, ma'am."

"No well, I certainly won't argue with that, and for damsels too. I'm happy you seemed pleased with your attire."

Nurse took stock of him again, 'my word, what a popular little chèri you'll be.'

"It's as you please, my pretty little darling, but you'll have the other Pageboys all over you," she replied.

"Are they also pretty?"

"Well now let me see," said Nurse. "Though you're one of the prettiest...there's Narcisse, he's 12, very pretty and a lot like you, then there's Aurèle, he's 12, and pretty too, with very pretty pale blond hair, and Pascal too, he's 13."

"How are the older Pages, ma'am?"

"Oh well I would'nt call them old. There's three I think are no more than fourteen, very nice boys, and Celestin, he's fourteen, and a very lovely boy. Don't ask me for the others names, some I can't recall...they are all very lovely good looking boys."

"...And have they got nice pricks, too, ma'am?"

"Oh, enough now...you'll find out, I'm sure. Now, the rest of your clothing..."

"Yes ma'am."

"This gown is your bed wear, I'm sure it's your size," said Nurse, handing him it.

"Oh whoa, this is damsel wear, ma'am," returned Celestin, holding it against himself.

"It may look so, but is'nt. Now this is also for you, it's a boy's Shendyt made of very beautiful silk. I was told they are come from some eastern realm, and very costly. Pay attention now because according to the Chaplain the Seigneur has requested that you wear it rather than your livery until further notice from him. It's only really for fine weather and summer use, as now and you don't wear it with anything else, no chemise, breeks or hose, except the string sandals with it. I seldom hand them out, they are only given to the Seigneur's very special boys. The only other boy was Narcisse, though he wears Ordinaire livery now."

Celestin stripped off his livery in front of Nurse, and momentarily toyed with himself, grinning, then first tried on his night gown, which Nurse had to change again, it being too big. He swished about in it, lifting it up, and giggled, swirling and cavorting about. Then he shed it and wrapped the Shendyt around himself, which fitted perfectly when he fastened it. Celestin's face was a picture as he inspected and caressed himself in it, and flitted his eyes at Nurse with a blink and a gasp, deeply blushing, and a broad grin slid across his face. He was the essence of pert young concupiscence.

The garment was a short length of the finest pale silk, that had a sheen to it on both sides. It was designed to be worn as a front fastening, double wrap skirt. It sat a little above his hips and terminated up the thighs but covered the boy's pudenda satisfactorily. Over the middle of the tummy, the edges overlapped, with the lower edges curving away on each side into the hem line. Stood still, it covered his bottom, but his erect young cock clearly pointed the front, and lifted it's fine lightness somewhat.

Light shimmered off it and as he swished about in it, it would lift and show bare bottom and genitals. He screamed in a gale of exited and delighted giggling laughter, then stood still but slunk down on his hips gazing at himself again. Nurse thought them rather delightful to see on a healthy adolescent boy, but grimaced a face at the thought of an adult male in one.

"You're a pretty little pansy boy...are'nt you, and you want to be eaten, don't you...hmm, is'nt that so?" "Aye ma'am," returned Celestin, most assuredly, his lips quivering in a naughty smirk.

"Well then, in you're Shendyt, you look an adorably pretty little sweetheart, and you'll be kissing and romping with each other...is'nt that what you want."

She drew him close to her, and her hand went under his Shendyt and rubbed and patted his bare bottom, briefly holding it there and kissed his cheek again. He felt beautiful, and with his bottom lip 'twixt his teeth, simpered, and swished to and fro, entranced with himself, and gazed at the poking protrusion his young cock made in his Shendyt. She brought out of her pocket a small phial of scent, opened it, and had him sniff it.

"Shall I dab some on you, to make you smell nice, poppet?"

"Yes ma'am, please," began Celestin, thinking she would perhaps dab it on his neck. She rubbed the scent into her hands and went straight under his Shendyt with them, quickly rubbing his bare bottom with one hand, whilst thoroughly handling him under his crotch, his young balls, and his cock, with her other hand. He threw his back and mewled and whimpered like a young damsel, wishing they were another boys hands, and would have come off, had she dallied, but she withdrew.

"So how do you like yourself in your little Shendyt? Take this little flask of almond oil, I don't want you getting sore." said Nurse, handing it to him.

"Do you know how to use it?"

"Aye, yes ma'am, of course."

"Do you want a dildo...um, it's a...,"

"No ma'am," interjected Celestin, with bemused embarrassment, "I know what they are. Nurse, controlling some inner mirth, dismissed the subject, and took a deep breath.

"Now do you want me to take you around to meet your Pageboy companions, or do you want to explore by yourself."

"No ma'am, explore," said Celestin, and off he went.

The Blacksmith's Lad

Three of the Pages Ordinaire had discovered him too. The twelve and thirteen year olds always knew when there was a hunky youth about on the estate. They had straight away begun to fool about near the forge when their duties allowed a free period.

There was Aurèle, the youngest at twelve and Pascal and Florent were thirteen year olds. They prissied about and preened themselves and one another, smacking and tapping and giggling excitedly as one made little dares with the other. They wanted Jean to notice them, but dare not go inside the forge, as they could'nt come up with a pretext to be there.

Aurèle, for some reason, knew straight away though, as soon they started to mess about near the forge, and by the fact that the lad was'nt coming out to see what the twittering noises were outside, that he was going have the lad. He knew and sensed from the atmosphere around them that Jean inside the forge must know they were here and why. Aurèle was a tall slender twelve year old, with long beautiful lissome legs and was very pretty, yet with a face that had young horny 'sex' written all over it.

Like the other pretty Pages, he got satisfying cock in his hole every day, but what Aurèle really craved and got little of was sturdy and stout teenage ladcock, 6 and more inches. He raised up the front of his tunic in both hands and exposed himself lewdly to his companions, sighed and giggle, feeling the breeze on his own stiff rigid prick and cavorted about like a damsel in front of his two peers.

"This is what he wants -- me. Look at me, I'm a lad's dream.

"Hah, Aurèle, you little tart," said Florent.

"I know I am, and adored for it, but I am not just a tart for you two," said Aurèle curtseying theatrically.

"So what are you going to do about it, horny tart, and let your tunic down, slut, otherwise I'm going to knob you where you stand," said Pascal.

"I'll let you of course, but wait till after my lad comes out for me,"

"Hah, your lad --oh Aurèle -- go get him, he is merely a blacksmith's lad" returned Florent.

What Aurèle sensed was perfectly true, Jean was aware that prissy young things were dallying about near the forge from time to time, and by the sound of them they were Court Pages. He could hear their silly twittering maidenly voices and knew perfectly well that sooner or later, in this new job, at this large Château, he would be stirring up interest from pretty pansy Pages nearly wetting themselves for his attention.

This was actually the main reason why he had taken the job, and was quiet and secretive only through lust. He quickly found a spy hole to eye them through in the timbered wall, though was'nt able to make out what they said, only their giggly twittering. He liked what he saw -- cute pretty frames, dressed in high fashion Court livery, especially the really pretty one. He had'nt seen Aurèle raise his tunic though and and show himself off, but he had to get back to work, the blacksmith had eyed him a few times, peering about outside.

It seemed 'Aurèle's lad' would be a fruitless cause for now though, and they had got themselves excited over nothing. They would'nt go in the forge and he apparently was'nt coming out, so the naughty young Pages sashayed themselves back towards the Château Court. With all their chatter about the lad and about the attributes and qualities of lads, they were very horny and had to go to bed to soixante-neuf in a threesome for an hour, until they felt better.

The following day, it perchanced that they passed the Secretary in the courtyard who was leading a horse out, and he called them over. They were told the horse needed re-shodding, and would at least one of them lead it to the forge for same.

They could'nt believe their luck and began prissying and twittering and giggling all over again about 'the lad'. Aurèle insisted on sitting on the mount bareback, so Pascal and Florent led it to the forge. At the forge, they nosed it through the entrance and this time, Jean approached to attend them.

"She is for new shoes," said Pascal.

"Aye alright -- my master is gone to the village horse fair, but I can do it," said Jean, smiling, then he looked the Pages over. Aurèle took note of what he said, while Pascal and Florent prissied about with themselves, posing and cooing as their heads turned this way and that looking around the forge and at Jean, and twittering and shaking and pulling on Aurèle's ankle, still mounted on the horse. Jean scratched his head and grinned.

"You must get down," admonished Florent, giggling and kissing Aurèle's calf . "He's such a naughty twat, he would insist on being mounted," said Florent to Jean.

"Help me down then, please," said Aurèle to no one in particular, and flapped his hands about limp wristedly like a helpless pansy.

"Come then," said Jean holding his arms up to him.

'Oh in your arms, I will come so. I'll come my knackers off in your hands,' thought Aurèle and swung his leg over to dismount and was down, being held in Jean's arms with his hands around his Jean's neck, all in a trice. Jean had witnessed some naked young crotch in the manoeuvre, making his ladcock lift up, but it was just one sexy facet combined in the sight, touch, and hearing and then smell that assailed his senses as he held the pretty boy. They stared into one another's eyes a moment, slack mouthed and remained thus as they made overtures to one another.

"There you are down and safe," said Jean'

"Augh, you're so strong...and gentle,"

"Well a gentle page I have in my arms, and I am sure you are used to nothing less," said the lad, and the other two cooed softly at his words, but Aurèle cooed the most.

"What is your name," asked Aurèle, now with hands smoothing down Jean's bare chest.

"Jean, and yours?"

"Aurèle...I am of twelve summers only, do you like such, boys I mean perhaps."

Jean paused and then replied, "I like it this way," and pressed his mouth to Aurèle's, plunging his tongue deeply in, as Aurèle pushed in his and they jostled together. 'Oh wow', thought Aurèle. Jean worked his mouth, and their heads went round and around and up and down in a deep passionate snog, that Aurèle gave him like for like in. 'Whoa, this little twelve summers tart is nice,' thought Jean.

Jean held him tightly and his right hand slipped down and under his tunic for some young bare arse to press and stroke. Aurèle broke the kiss, having spied out the corner of his eye a stone slab block on the floor and pulled Jean over by it, grinning. Aurèle stood a foot on it, to give his lad's hands easier access underneath him, and giggling, flipped his tunic skirt up at him in invitation. Jean took him again, and worked him even more thoroughly, holding his neck and jaw with one hand, whilst roving over him underneath with the other hand. Aurèle squirmed about and pushed his body into Jean's hands every which way the lad's hands romped over him. Pascal and Florent cooed and simpered, prissying and kissing one another crotch to crotch, as they watched.

"Nnnnh nnnh nnnh," moaned Aurèle, as he was being worked. 'fock...oh god...aw.'

Aurèle then pulled away from Jean, gasping, and moaned. "You're bringing my balls to cum." he said breathlessly.

"I have to," replied Jean, "that is what pretty ones are for."

Aurèle giggled at him. "No, not like this. You do want to fock me, don't you?"

"Yes, so how then?" asked Jean.

"Shoe the horse first," replied Aurèle, and sashayed over to his companions, rolling his eyes at them as Jean selected shoes for the horse.

"Well if you will go with rough lads, what do you expect," muttered Pascal.

"You're so dramatic Aurèle, why did'nt you just let him bring you off whilst he was eating you, I'm going to," added Florent.

"I can get anything I want, and I want to keep him, he's nice. Strip me, except for my slippers, and leave my shirt on, unbuttoned please, and I'll just have it off my shoulders for him, or must I do it myself."

Jean looked over at the three of them, prissying and whispering and messing about as he re-shod the horse, then watched as the other two were undressing the pretty tart.

They did as he asked, and dressed Aurèle's cleft and rosebud with oil too, that they had with them, and muttered to him at the same time.

"What if the blacksmith comes back, he will lose his employment," said Pascal.

"No he will not, or I will get it back for him."

"You are such a cock sure little tart," said Florent.

"I know. How do I look...don't you want to suck me," said Aurèle, with a superior smile on his face as he stood limply protruding his stiff cock forward, and practically nude except for his slippers and his white silk shirt off his shoulders.

"Ask your husband," giggled Florent and sashayed off to the entrance with Pascal. They were both fully aroused at the sight of him, and clasped each other into protracted frenching and fondling.

Aurèle tripped over to Jean, who was still busy with the horse.

"Please have your cock out while you work, it will be pleasant for us to see while you're busy...here, may I get it out for you?" said Aurèle, unfastening the front of Jean's hose before Jean could gather his wits. Jean went over to the forge entrance to have a scout about for the blacksmith returning or anyone else, wanting the forge. He muttered dirty and salaciously at them. It came out fully rigid erect, and what a healthy stout johnson it was too, at some 7¾ inches, the best the Pages had ever seen on a lad of 17. It wavered about as he attended to his work. The Pages almost swooned at the sight, cooing and simpering breathlessly, and as he went back to work it began to droop somewhat, but not by much.

"Oh phwaaar, Jean, the lord above us, you're focken fair and huge. It's a beauty. Jean grinned and sat down for a breather, then pulled Aurèle onto his lap.

"Come here you pretty maiden boy, you fairy flower pansy... cor." Jean began to have his way with the pretty pansy and went for Aurèle's cock. Aurèle splayed his legs open for him. You like me like this, I see, and me also. My master adores me on his lap like so. So, do you only like boys arses Jean, I hope so and bet you do?"

"Shut your waffling now. I wants your mouth for mine. Then after they kissed and made out... Do you bring the Château to a standstill every time you're focked," asked Jean, shaking with laughter at the nymph.

"Oh don't be rude with me, I only want to know what you like."

"Yes, I only like young boy arse of 11 to 13 summers, it's the best."

"And young maidens?"

"No, only boy arse, with voices like maidens," said Jean, now mounting the horse to check his work on the hooves.

"Is that why you are working here?" asked Aurèle, cheekily, but guessed it could be so.

Jean looked down at this, reached down and hoisted Aurèle onto the saddle in front of him then pressed a firm kiss on his mouth. "I can get what I like in the village every day and night, but I've seen so many pretty one's like you here."

"You can have my arse, as you can guess why we're here. We won't all let you though, but anyway how do you like to fock us...with our arse up or legs up?"

"I like it every way, but best for me is legs up, or sat with a boy across me, as now, so I can have his mouth too." replied Jean, and Aurèle giggled. "So do you only like it horsed," added Jean.

"I have'nt had it like that yet, but you don't expect me to have my legs up for you in here, do you." Aurèle then became very agitated and petulant and jumped up and down in the saddle, his hole now badly itching to be fucked.

"Fock me, fock me Jean I want your cock up me...I want you in my hole, Jean, please...I'm aching for it...please Jean," wailed Aurèle, panting in extreme sexual distress now.

Jean, now also heavily panting, hurriedly led the horse out of the forge and tethered it to a low tree branch, and mounted from it. He hauled Aurèle up from the branch too, sitting Aurèle facing him and Jean clicked at the horse and trotted it to the forge entrance now, then copiously spat on a hand and applied it to his throbbing cock. Aurèle lifted for his pussy hole to have the same treatment, both of them moaning to fuck now. Then Aurèle went down on Jeans pole, straight down, with no discomfort, much used to rigid soldierboy ladprick. Aurèle began to jig and bounce in Jean's lap, grasping the lad's neck, and quickly climaxed within two stokes of Jeans pole up him. Aurèle was croaking and gurgling, and came off, creaming over Jean's abdomen and the gaping flap of his hose.

That over, Jean settled himself into a slow steady fuck of the lovely pansyboy and after a little while longer, Aurèle was snuffling and croaking again, his head thrown back and with raised forearms, flapping his hands up and down, loose wristedly and came off again croaking and wailing. This time as the boy spasmed on the lad's cock, Jean too convulsed in orgasm, holding Aurèle down, as he blissfully creamed and creamed and creamed up the boy's hole.

~*~

Roland & Gabriel,
(Gabriel Wants a Lad)

"Gabriel, hello, I hope you're just resting and not ill."

"I have to rest this afternoon...for some reasons of my own."

"Oh well...may I sit with you?"

"Of course you may, I would like your company."

"I will put my gown on too." Pascal paused, cocked his head and leered at Gabriel. He had become quickly aroused, and fondled himself under his tunic to show Gabriel his interest for him, then skipped away towards his clothing chest by his bed.

'I really wonder why he's here like this...perhaps sulking about something,' thought Pascal. Having now donned his gown he looked down at himself and saw how attractively his erect willy made his gown point out, then skipped back over to Gabriel, who's gown was now also pointing. Smiling at him, Pascal asked if he was alright, and now deliberately pushed his hips out and fondled himself again. He alighted on Gabriel's bed, with a breathy little laugh and stood over Gabriel, astride his head, to have him gaze up his bare legs at his total nudity under his gown.

"What can you see," asked Pascal, swaying about.

"You're pretty legs, bare balls, and your pretty fritzy, throbbing for me."

"Truly...you're very observant," tittered Pascal, as he then flounced out his gown, and sat down over Gabriel's legs, arranging themselves comfortably.

"That feels nice, you're warming my feet inside your thighs," said Gabriel.

"Yes, it feels very pleasant, and I like to please."

"I know you do, I'm even harder now," said Gabriel smiling and fingering himself. "My fritzy goes up for hardly anything."

"Mine too" returned Pascal, and they both giggled like damsels.

"How do you like it best?" asked Gabriel.

"When we're kissing and Pascal goes into my hose and I come up in his fingers; he likes that much, and my standing over him, like I just did."

"Can you stay down when you're being kissed, I can't," said Gabriel with surprise.

"I can hardly...but with my eyes closed I can think it's the 's mouth instead." Gabriel's face lit up and squealed in giggles.

"I like it when I'm stared at and know he's going to grab me, and then proving I could hardly wait for it," said Gabriel.

"For who," Pascal tittered.

"Haven't you heard Léandre's bed squeaking, when he's impaling me?"

Pascal laughed and raised his gown to his tummy, then Gabriel likewise, and dribbled almond oil onto his vertical willy, then plonked down on top of Gabriel and they squirmed a little to nestle their cocks together and kissed.

"You're such a sweet page."

"You're prettier than me...you know you are," returned Gabriel.

"They say we both are...and Aurèle."

"Oh well yes, him too, if he must be included, but the little pansy tart can't control his mouth, or his hands."

"Do you like XXXX?"

"Yes of course...you're sexy boyfriend...you're really satisfied are'nt you."

"Of course, and his cock for my hole. He twists in it," giggled Pascal, "I love him doing it. Are you sulking here, by the way?" asked Pascal, with more petting and squirming.

"Do I look and sound as though I'm sulking," replied Gabriel, shifting his hands from Pascal's neck to fondle his bottom.

"What then, angel darling...Were you just waiting for some attention?" Gabriel slid his hands from Pascal's bottom and pushed out his tongue into Pascal's mouth and they began frotting. They soon screeched and squealed in abandon until Gabriel arched up and let out a long wail, quickly followed by Pascal.

In the aftermath, Gabriel lay on top, and they giggled about their wet bellies and petted breathy kisses on each other's mouths, whilst Pascal stroked Gabriel's pert arse that he arched under his hands, and meandered his fingers in and out of Gabriel's damp crease as he splayed open his thighs for his friend's fingers.

"You're really nice," said Gabriel.

"Gabriel angel, you must have someone, you pretty darling, you know how much I love you.

"Pascal, can I tell you something?"

"Anything, Gabriel."

"I don't love Léandre, all he wants to do is tup me all the time...I want a lad," said Gabriel, flatly. Pascal gazed at him.

"A lad...what do you mean?" began Pascal.

"I want a lad to play with me...I want a lad's cock for my hole."

"Aw...but...but Gabriel, we have our master's cock...is'nt... don't you like it?"

"No Pascal, you know I don't like...I don't want mancock. I have had it with Jocelyn, you do know that, even though now I'm just an Ordinaire...but I want someone to play with who's my friend, and loves me, I want a lad with..."

"A bigger cock than Count Jocelyn's," interjected Pascal, in disbelief.

"No, Pascal. Jocelyn's cock is nice, it is like a lad's too, but I miss having a cute lad kissing me and spunking up my hole and playing with me, like we are lovers. When I was 10, I started with a comely lad before my father gave me to Jocelyn, he was 17." Pascal's mouth slid into a broad smirk.

"Ten...you naughty young puppy," exclaimed Pascal. Gabriel turned aside and gazed through a window arch at the blue sky summer. Pascal kissed his neck.

"May we go out for a walk, you and I...to Autignac village," said Gabriel, after trying to gauge Pascal's mood.

"What today...and do what...you know we need express permission from the to allow that."

"I meant now actually, while we're still quiet at court. We can ask, then go just as we are, in our gowns. I know I'll spring a lad's cock there."

Pascal giggled at him. "Your head is loop de loop, do you know that. You want us, you and I, to stroll along to Autignac village in our night gowns, naked netherwise, and search out for horny ladcock...and to fall in love with you in the bargain?"

"Yes, a horny lad, spunking in me as he eats my mouth...a friendly loving one," returned Gabriel, not a little heated.

"We'll be raped on the way there." exclaimed Pascal.

"Well if he's a lad..." began Gabriel, smirking.

"It's loopy, we'd never be allowed out dressed like this...to frisk about the countryside," laughed Pascal.

"I love it when you protest and wave your arms about."

"You're an imbecile,"

"Then get off my bed," returned Gabriel. Pascal shuffled down to the tail of the bed and sulked, but considered the proposition and thought it seemed very sexy, though fraught with difficulties and danger. He looked back at Gabriel, poker faced, then relented.

"Come on little idiot, you've got some explaining to do with Growler," said Pascal and sprung off the bed, grasping Gabriel's wrist.

"You mean it," cooed Gabriel, gleefully.

"You're a twat," returned Pascal, as he hauled him off.

"So...lads like boy twat, what better for a lad...while he's wanking me." Pascal looked at him bemusedly and pinched his bottom.

"We better not have Jocelyn find out," said Pascal, in hushed tones as they approached the Chamberlains door. Gabriel kissed him and knocked on door.

"Nay Sire, we presently have some free time, and...and, took our ease, resting. Now we want some air in the warm sun, and thought to remain in our gowns for the pursuit, Sire." said Gabriel.

'Brilliant,' thought Pascal.

"Ah," said the Chamberlain.

"We seek your sanction, Sire. May we take leave to be out." The thought for a moment, and doubted a page would seek permission from him, to wander and cavort about in his night attire within the precincts of the château, when they fornicated wantonly in the nude, on every lawn within it, at will.

"Yes you may, do as you wish, remain within the precinct walls of course," he said crisply.

"Ah, Sire...we sought to proceed to Autignac village only," said Pascal.

"What are you young nymphs about?"

"Some different air Sire, and sun."

"Ah, and these you cannot obtain attired in your livery, in the village."

"The air, Sire...it would feel better for us, as we are," returned Gabriel. Pascal fought with his mirth. The eyed them suspiciously, knowing they were up to something, then straightened. He approached them closely, and their young, musky adolescent fragrance invaded his nostrils, but resolute, with a fixed jaw, he gave them a warning.

"Gentlemen Pages, you will indeed pay attention to the sun, for if it should dip below the horizon, with you still absent from court, you will feel some other heat. I hope I make myself plain...now off with you," with that he wafted his hand at them in dismissal.

They each took one of his hands, and kissed it respectfully, backed away, then fled. They flew, hand in hand into the courtyard, screaming in giggles.

"You're brilliant," laughed Pascal.

"We both are," replied Gabriel, as they swung hands and kissed, proceeding to the main gate.

"And you are?" the guard asked, scrutinizing them, as they motioned for exit.

"Savatier, don't be a dog, you know who we are. We have leave to pass." Savatier, the duty guard, eyed them suspiciously, and smirked, then, with salacious mumblings to himself, opened the château main gate and let them out.

They proceeded along the village track, for about a league [2 miles], still swinging hands and giggling and reaching for kisses.

"Do you have anyone in mind to meet, sweetling," asked Pascal as they approached Autignac."

"No, but when we see a comely lad, we will flirt."

"No sweetling, you may flirt, I shall not, 'tis you who wants the lad."

"So you would refrain from sitting on a comely lad for his pleasure and yours?"

"Yay, I have comely Pascal and Jocelyn, yet may I take you onto the green and screw you senseless?"

"Nay young sire, you will spoil my gown," quipped Gabriel. Pascal giggled, then grabbed him and gave him a hard kiss that included molesting him. They reached their destination and were now in the middle of the village, looking around, and saw approaching them, some women folk and a few men, farm peasants, returning from the fields. As they passed, the men goggled at them, who then received firm advice from their women folk. Tagging along behind the adults were three boys, of about their age. They grinned at the Pages and called out salacious remarks, stopping to stare. One wagged his tongue out at them lasciviously, and cupped his crotch, most lasciviously, but a woman came over to and clipped the back of his head. As the village boys made to continue on their way, Gabriel raised his gown, and protruding his hips, let out a copious stream of piss, in their direction and Pascal followed suit. Laughter all round ensued.

Neither page had any clue about village life and they wandered about, seemingly aimless, but turning a corner, spied a hostelry, close by. Standing by it was a comely youth, tending a horse. He was some half a foot taller than the boys and seemed to be of about eighteen, with wavy dark sandy hair that fell to his shoulders. From the way he was tending his horse and its accoutrements, he displayed a lithesome and graceful strength, and was certainly a very handsome looking youth. His apparel showed that he was anything but a peasant, and gave a visual impression to the boys that he was perhaps a young squire.

Gabriel halted them in their tracks, some little way from him and exclaimed in a constrained gasp, "Oh holy heaven, look at him," as he ogled the youth, in wide eyed wonder.

"I'm going to faint," said Gabriel, and turning to Pascal, dropped to his knees, then collapsed on the ground. Pascal cried out in shock, and stooped to attend him.

"Gabriel," cried Pascal, "what is wrong with you." He crouched by his friend, and caressed his face. In the next instant, the lad came rushing over, who's eye had been caught by the circumstance.

"Is he hurt, what is wrong," he asked.. Pascal, in some rising distress for his friend, was further taken aback and a little flustered at the lad's sudden close proximity.

"I think he has fainted, Sire," said Pascal. He asked Pascal his friend's name, and he gave it.

"Gabriel..." said the lad, stroking his brow, and then raising him a little, listened for his breathing. Affirming that he was, the youth lifted him onto his crouched lap, and supported his waist, then softly called his name again, into his ear. After some little time, as the lad nursed him, Gabriel opened his eyes, swallowed, and looked about himself and at Pascal and then at the lad. Shaking his head to wake himself properly now, Gabriel then gazed at the lad, opened mouthed, as though stunned again.

"Are you ill boy," asked the lad.

"Nay Sire, I must have fainted," he replied languidly.

"Then are you now recovered?" he asked, brushing his hand through Gabriel's hair.

"I don't know...I seem so, Sire."

However, the lad seemed not satisfied and scooped him up in his arms and proceeded over to low wall, followed by Pascal. He and the lad sat down, nursing Gabriel in his lap, and continued to stroke his pretty blond head, and smiled at them both.

"Who are you boys," he asked.

"Please Sire, we are Pages from Château d'Autignac over the way, on an errand in the village, I am Pascal, and my friend is Gabriel," said Pascal, then looking down blushed deeply at how they were attired. Gabriel had a silly smile on his face and just gazed and listened to the lad's voice, hard erect under his gown, feeling lad's firm thighs under him through his silk covered bottom, and his arm encircling his waist.

"Ah I see, yes. My name is Roland, but forgive me, you seem dressed in night apparel, yes."

"Aye Sire Roland, it is so...we thought to take some air as such," said Pascal airily.

Roland laughed, throwing his head up. "Ah, I understand...and does the air feel fresh under your gowns," said Roland with a bemused smile, and cast it at the boy in his lap, patting Gabriel's thigh with his other hand, and letting it rest there. Both boys blushed deeply, and Gabriel gasped a little -- 'oh don't nurse me so, my cock is fit to spunk.'

"So much so, Roland, but we have completed our errand," replied Pascal. At that, Gabriel's hands went to his mouth to stifle a laughing fit.

"How I wish I was of your ages and free to roam the byways in my night ware." The boys laughed. "So what are your ages..let me guess, 13?"

"I am 12 Sire, but my friend, is 13," replied Pascal." He stood, and with his arm around Gabriel's neck, cleared his hair from his ear and breathily whispered into it.

"Now what, darling, and have you lost your voice?"

"I don't know, but I'll cream my gown like this, I so want him...help me," returned Gabriel in likewise hushed tones, a little distressed.

"May we know your business here, Roland?" asked Gabriel sweetly, composing himself, and mischievously rested his hands in his lap such that his erection poked his gown up, then shaking off a slipper and raising his knee, brought his bare foot up onto the wall, letting the skirt slide down his pretty thigh. Roland seeming unconscious of it, moved his hand to Gabriel's foot and held it. Gabriel slowly blinked as if forbearing some duress.

"Ah me...I am 17, 18 in some few months time. I am passing through Autignac, making for Toulon, there to sail to for the Holy Land to join my cousin in the new crusade. I do so reluctantly though, for I do not know what my role there can be. My cousin is a knight, but I do not wish to join him in combat, I love my own peaceful land, I do not wish to endure the turmoil there. I travelled from Aix yesterday, and abided here the night," said Roland, leaving Gabriel's foot and thumbing at the hostelry.

"So, you do not want to go...we have heard it is a hell," commented Pascal.

"That is so, yet what honour can there be for me otherwise."

"You can waste your time with boys." said Gabriel, flirtatiously, with one hand atop his bare knee, whilst the other stroked his naked thigh provocatively, but did'nt overdo it. What he did want at that moment was to furiously wank himself off. Roland threw his head back again in laughter.

"Yes indeed, I am very fond to do so, often. I do like boys of your ages, they are adorably cheeky and have so much charm and appetite for life and mischievous appeal. Especially am I fond of such artful cute ones, as yourselves."

Gabriel's eyes lit up and his mouth formed a circular grin at Pascal. "Ooh la la," he said, openly, giggling at Pascal. Suddenly, Pascal did help his friend.

"Come here sweetling," he said, pulling Gabriel off Roland's lap, and winked at him. Then with a stern face, as he drew him in, muttered in a hiss, "kiss," by his ear. As if hypnotized Gabriel threw his arms around Pascal's neck and went into a French snog with him. Pascal's hands enclasped him, around his waist, then, for seeming good measure, lifted up the back of his gown till he could have his palms on the cheeks of Gabriel's bare bottom and caress them. They took breath and mewled like distressed maidens, kissed again, and then Pascal whispered in his ear.

"Alight him again now, but let me talk," and they uncoupled. Roland gazed at them in awe.

'How is this,' he wondered, 'they're young lovers and as pretty as maidens...how they lust, the one for the other, in abject lewdness, with the sweetling in prostrate subjection, making not a move against it.'

Gabriel glanced at Roland, demurely, with a nonchalant grin, and deposited himself back on Roland's lap, who took him as though it were a surprising honour.

"Forgive us Roland, we kiss often and I am so happy he is well again...I think him is so pretty, though we are not lovers, but best of friends. He says, he more than much likes you, Roland, what say you?"

Gabriel had his knee up again, idly fiddling with his gown, wrapping it around his bare thigh, and gazed, smiling at Pascal's chatter.

"I may so say, you are both so pretty...I like you too, sweet Gabriel..."

"Then why are you making me wait, Gabriel asked, interjecting, "you know I want to kiss you."

Roland blushed and looked away, his mouth dropping open in a daze. Gabriel flung his arms around Roland's neck and pushed his tongue into his mouth, without further and Roland reciprocated, at first slowly, then with increasing animation and passion, they frenched hectically. Pascal smiled at them and simpered in relief. Roland's hands roved over him and caressed his body and wanted bare thigh. Gabriel, in a trice turned astride in Roland's lap, resumed the snog and shuffled up, splaying his thighs. He tugged at Roland's hand impetuously, jigging his bottom in his lap, and lifted the hem of his gown, now rucked well up his thighs. At last Roland's hand slid up one smooth and slender, pretty thigh, then right to Gabriel's vertical fritzy and stroked it in his fingers. Gabriel moaned and whined stridently with intense sexual desire and feverishly jockeyed into Roland's fingers. Roland wanked him rapidly now and tongued away in Gabriel's mouth. Hardly a minute later, Gabriel threw his head back and cried out in a long wailing groan, holding his gown up, and spunked with spurt after spurt of pungent young adolescent cum over Roland's fingers.

Gabriel was weepy and snivelling; Roland looked at his hand, and with a little snivelling giggle, Gabriel took it and wiped it with the hem of his gown. Roland nursed him close, one hand around him, the other to the side of his head held to him, and kissed his blond head.

"Is that what you mean about boys our ages, Roland," said Pascal, grinning. Roland nodded, smiling, and felt Gabriel's body reflex in a little chuckle. "He's a sexy little pansy, Roland, what do you think?"

"He's beautiful...you both are...and attired so fetchingly and prettily naked underneath." Gabriel, recovered enough sat up and kissed him.

"You're beautiful too...and I came so beautiful with you."

Roland petted more kisses on his face and laughed in a little chuckle. "Of course I can hardly believe a word from either of you, that you are on an errand in the village, dressed so, and much doubt that you, sexy young cutie, just dropped and fainted as you did. What say you, confess now."

"It is so, Roland," began Gabriel, looking down, a little remorsefully. Then Pascal piped up.

"Before we ventured here, Gabriel told me he wanted a lad's affection..." he began, and Gabriel tried to reach over and stifle him, but Pascal bobbed away and continued, between their hitching little giggles.

"...He wants a lad of 17 or 18 summers for a boyfriend, Sire Roland. He does'nt much like our master's attentions, though I do...and we were already in our gowns, on his bed, enjoying each other...then, afterwards, he persuaded me along to the village with him, to search for such a lad. Then he swooned when he saw you...there you have it Roland, he's such a naughty damsel, and I do love him. Gabriel's mouth opened in a broad smile.

"Is this all true Gabriel," asked Roland, holding him away and caressing his face.

"Yes," he replied in a subdued voice. "We've embarrassed you, I'm sorry Roland, we will leave you to your business...come Pascal, we must heed old Growler's warning." Gabriel made to remove from Roland's lap, but Roland pulled him back and embraced him.

"May I be that boyfriend for you, that you seek?"

"Oh Roland...please, yes! Say you shall Roland...you so much have to be, please." Roland kissed his mouth and they began to french again, and Roland's hand ran under his naked bottom.

Pascal gazed at them wistfully, and wondered as to how Gabriel could have Roland for a boyfriend, when Roland was'nt even attached to the court, surely they could only engage in secret trysts, and not even within the precincts of Château d'Autignac. He knew that would not satisfy Gabriel, though it might Roland. Gabriel would want this boyfriend's cock daily...nightly.

"You're so beautiful, Roland, and perfect. I'm only 13 but I would be so true to you, and honour you, and pleasure you with all my heart and body, which I give to you."

"You are a perfectly darling boy, and if I had you as my pet, I wonder how often we might be in one another's company."

"I shall have you at Château d'Autignac in my bed, and shall sleep on top of you, and make you so happy. Come, we will take you there now," said Gabriel, impetuously.

Roland, distractedly in thought, laughed and petted further kisses on him, musing on a new fate. Should he leave it up to this boy he here dallied with, newly met.

"I wonder what to do...a pretty boyfriend of 13, how would I leave you alone. I am full of sex and 17, and though I seem respectful, you do not know me. I have cried for boys and you arouse my sleeping ache for one just such as you, to have in my life."

"I give you myself...I ached for you too...I want my hole on your cock in bed...you can fock me, and fock me, and fock me...and I will eat you, and eat you, and eat you. Roland...I know I'm so pretty, I am a pansy fairy damsel boy aching for your ladcock to be never out of my hole...you will be my boyfriend, I will have you at Château d'Autignac, I will!"

Pascal had never heard or seen Gabriel in such a foment. His face lit in wonder with hand to open mouth, then applauded him. Roland nodded in a stupor, and they kissed again hectically, with his hands now disappearing up inside Gabriel's gown. Gabriel was aroused again, Roland very much was, and Pascal too at the scene before his eyes of the two of them.

Roland calmed himself and held Gabriel to sit still in his lap, then asked about them about how life was at Château d'Autignac, and gazed in its direction, a league or thereabouts distant. The boys between them told him all about their lives there, how beautiful Count Jocelyn's court was, and about their master himself, and how fair and open handed he was with his retinue and his Pages. Might he not approach the Seigneur for a position with the court, he mused. What would his father say. Should he go there with the boys as they returned.

"You can see, it is so simple," said Gabriel. "We shall introduce you to Count Jocelyn and I shall tell him that you saved my life, and that we like you so very much, and that you are good and kind and virtuous, and an excellent young gentleman to have some position at our court. Then I'll pump my hole on your cock."

Roland laughed heartily and nuzzled through Gabriel's hair to eat his neck.

"Our court," laughed Pascal, mocking him.

"'Tis true Roland, it is our court...we are adored, we can do anything there. So I will have you in it. Come let us hasten there." said Gabriel.

"How did I save your life?" asked Roland, continuing to laugh, with his hands roaming everywhere over Gabriel's body, whilst he squirmed about most lewdly for him, wherever Roland wanted to have his hands.

"You saw a boy who was nearly dying and picked him up and nursed and soothed him till he recovered. Tis so, is it not, Pascal."

Pascal laughed at him, "if you say so, though you only swooned because Roland is so beautiful and your cock is so hard for him, and has hardly down since...so you nearly died of your cock." Pascal backed away, laughing, and Gabriel jumped from Roland's lap, and chased him about the green, both boys screaming and laughing. Gabriel brought him down and they roughed and tumbled, while Roland looked on laughing, shaking his head. They skipped back to Roland and Gabriel lifted up his gown for Roland's delectation and jumped backwards astride his lap.

Now there was day dreaming, and while holding Gabriel, reversed and slouching back against him, astride his lap, holding his gown up to his tummy, lewdly, for Roland to toy with his cock, while Gabriel stared at it, Roland began to sing a salacious, but popular song, known from the troubadours, about romantic love. The boys listened and were entranced, though Gabriel was somewhere close to heaven.

"That was beautiful Roland, you have a very agreeable voice for it," said Pascal, and Gabriel, agreed, then they clamoured for more from him. He thanked them for their praise, but demurred for the present.

"Come then, we must proceed to your home," said Roland, brightly, his imagination now filled with images of his naked pretty Gabriel, squealing in bliss under his hands. The excited Gabriel, then ventured a mouthful of salacious suggestions and offerings, before they take their leave, dutifully petting kisses on Roland's face.

"You can take off my gown and have my hole, or screw my little pansy twat in it, or I can sit my hole down on your cock, laid down on the green."

"Oh Holy Mother", exclaimed Roland, bending forward with hands to groin.

"A selection of wares, Sire Roland," laughed Pascal.

"Wouldn't you prefer me in more comfort," returned Roland.

"Yes of course and you shall have it at our home, hunky Sire." replied Gabriel.

At the hostelry, Roland and the boys got refreshments, and sat and talked some more, about their lives and who their families were. Roland then left them to attend to his belongings and trade his saddle for one more suited to accommodating himself with the two boys. The boys closed up face to face, on the long bench they'd been sat to table at, and shifted their gowns up, and crossing their thighs over one another's and frenched, arousing themselves even further, with salacious talk.

"I've got my lad," said Gabriel in a quiet, and satisfied confidentiality.

"Now you need a bed for him," returned Pascal.

"I know. Do you think we can get him in?"

"Maybe, if we're nice and wheedling with Count Jocelyn, or the Growler."

"And pretty pleases and innocence...but you'll have to, rather than me, or I'm bound to let something out we should'nt." Then in the next breath, said, "Do you want shag on the greensward?"

"No, I have to think now for all of us, before we get back. Then your boyfriend can shag you, straight through your bed."

"And make me grow a belly." They giggled away, then frenched some more, till Roland came back. He approached and heard them mewling, then clicked his tongue indulgently for them to attend.

Roland mounted his horse, and now the boys wanted to be barefoot. They handed him slippers and he tucked them into his saddle bags, slung across the horse's rump, then hoisted them up from a block. Gabriel sat back against Roland in the saddle, and Pascal sat facing them. They were used to being horsed from time to time, but never before with a sexy lad, and only Pascal could ride, and that, only a pony. They thought the arrangement very sexy. Having their thighs now splayed out across the saddle, and the motion of the horse, quickly stiffened them again.

They trotted out at a slow pace, and Gabriel took one of Roland's hands off the reins, and put it under his gown.

"That is much politer," said Gabriel, relaxing back, and Roland began to caress him and toy with his cock. Pascal shuffled to Gabriel, but found it too precarious to have crossed thighs with him, which they liked, so he leisurely fondled himself under his gown, and they grinned at each other.

"Rolly," said Gabriel.

"Yes angel," said Roland dreamily, after some pause.

"I'm going to call you Rolly," said Gabriel, lifting his gown above his tummy to watch Roland's hand lewdly gliding up and down bare thigh, cock and tummy. Pascal exploded in giggles at him.

After they had proceeded some way along the winding track that led to the castle, Roland slowed the horse to a walking pace. They had told him of the Chamberlain's warning, and though it was past mid afternoon there would still be nearly four hours before sunset, and he wanted to make the afternoon last. He kissed his boyfriend's blond head and continued to listen to his boyish sexy prattle.

"My legs are very pretty, are'nt they Rolly.

"Exquisite."

"Have you had your cock in boy's twat before, Rolly?"

"Yes."

"How did you like it and did he enjoy you?"

"It was just as I had been told, most exquisite. The boy was somewhat impetuous like you, but afterwards he seemed as though intoxicated, yet graceful, and smiled incessantly and rather seemed to speak in silly noises. Gabriel and Pascal giggled merrily, then Gabriel continued with his salacious questions.

"Rolly, what is your cock like?"

"You've stared enough at my crotch, can't you tell?" returned Roland, and had Pascal screaming in giggles. Roland elucidated for him.

"It is about a half longer than yours, and about half fatter." Gabriel gauged it in his mind, against what he knew of a youth's cock, and determined it was about 5½ ligne, (a little over 6¼").

"How do you like to have us -- sitting up?"

"Well, all the ways, as the boy pleases -- I like to kiss him, as I pleasure him."

"I knew so -- sat up, kissing, while you goose his rosebud."

"Do you like to have it shafted, as you lie?"

"Of course. It is an exquisite pleasure."

"I knew so -- you like to look at us shafting you.

"He knows a lot, Roland," giggled Pascal.

"Indeed," laughed Roland, tossing his head again.

"Can I turn round for you, and unfasten you."

"I think not, not as we're horsed."

"You are the most beautiful lad in the Languedoc, is he not, Pascal?"

"Aye, truly," agreed Pascal, then went on. "Shall you be his boyfriend, no matter what, Roland."

"How it now seemeth and showeth between us, pretty Pascal, is just so to its truth I think, he is quite irresistible," returned Roland, taking Gabriel's neck afresh. Gabriel was in heaven, Roland was keeping him highly aroused, toying with his cock, playing with his nipples, under his gown, and attending to his neck, whilst keeping his eyes on the track. Roland and Gabriel were fascinated by one another, but already, Roland was also besotted with him. As Château d'Autignac came nearer, Roland halted the horse to bring Gabriel off again, and Pascal masturbated. There was then 'much obscene tumult and lewdness', according to a farm labourer, who had noticed the horse, and espied them close by from behind a tree. He then later, much gossiped about them in the village.

"...They were horsed, and the lad was clutching this boy, sat saddled in front of him. The boy was wearing what looked like a maiden's under gown, same as had the other one. They just looked like sexy young tarts. I thought they was damsels at first, because of their hair and their voices, but their movements and litheness showed me they were boys. The lad had his mouth on the one tart's neck, with both his hands up his gown, and the tart's arse was going frantic on the saddle and slipping down on it. The lad seemed to be well masturbating him off under it. I kept seeing his bare thighs jigging about, and the other one was having a furious good go under his gown too. You should have heard the commotion these young tarts was making when they was coming, specially the one having it done. The boys was very pretty though, my word, yes, but they did'nt see me."

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At the château Gabriel called out to the guard their identities and were let through. They dismounted by the stables and the horse was taken and led away. The sundial in the courtyard showed that there was still a few hours till sunset. The boys hurriedly led Roland into an entrance chamber, were visitors were to await reception. Gabriel asked Roland to relax and that they would presently attend him, in livery, to present themselves to Jocelyn, they then flitted away. Roland sat and fidgeted nervously, awaiting their return.

"We're covered in spunk," said Gabriel, looking at Pascal's gown and particularly his own as they made their way to their quarters, very amused. Pascal gave a cursory glance at them and tittered, looked at Gabriel, and both erupted in giggles. Roland heard them, some way away and smiled.

They pulled off their gowns and climbed into a tub together, paying particular attention to their cocks and their rosebuds and crevices, as all the Pages did, then messed about. Two Ordinaires, Léandre and Gabriel lay on a bed, frenching, their attire open, but broke off to exchange greetings with the boys, as they dried themselves and put on their livery. Pascal asked them if they'd seen Pascal about, and as to Count Jocelyn's whereabouts. Pascal was apparently out in the woods helping with collecting woodcock, whilst Jocelyn was in court somewhere.

Not wishing to appear to be on offer, their hosiery was fastened, and fresh clean and rosy they returned to Roland and took him with them for an audience with Count Jocelyn. He was in the first place they sought him, his private quarters. They were given admission and presented themselves to him.

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Chapters in the next issue, coming out soon:His Lyrics So Telling, L'Hirondelle en Vol, A Troubadour Did So Chance.