I did not see them in their field, again. The crops in their garden were still tended, only now it must have been late at night. So whenever I could I would sit by the pond in the same place, hoping to dream of another tableaux such as I had seen. But that did not reappear, either.
Of course, the monastery's work had long been completed and the scaffolding removed, so I could not slip up to peek in through a window for a look at them, and the main doors were always barred shut. By the Harvest Festival, I had given up. Either I had frightened them off, like skittish fauns or wary pheasants, or the growing cold and threat of winter racing in had sent them to stay by their fire, in the monastery.
But I was dreaming of them. A lot. At night, alone in my bed. In a small room at the top of the second flight of stairs. Envisioning the blond one releasing his seed, the joy on his face, but with me between his legs and not the brunet. Or me being hoisted up by the two dark-haired ones to be feasted upon, in the same way.
What is odd is, throughout this time whenever I was in the forest, I felt as if I were being watched by human eyes, not animal. But never did I catch a glimpse of anyone, nor was there a sound out of place; in fact, the forest noises continued, unabated. Which told me I was being silly. If someone is around that the forest creatures don't know, they grow very quiet and wary.
Now it was just after the festival that my family learned Gabrielle had vanished. To my father's anger, nearly two years had elapsed before Bishop Odo wrote to let him know she had walked away from her work on the tapestry and ask if she had returned to home. This brought no end of concern to all of us.
As business was slow, this late in autumn, my father left me to handle what little there was to do so he could journey to the Bishop's compound and inquire after her. It was only there he learned she had actually left nearly five years prior. He stayed in the area through the winter to search for her.
Fortunately, our winter remained quite mild. I wound up building or repairing a few carts. To some, however, no matter how good my work was, they would always find cause for complaint and argument. They thought me too stupid to understand what they were doing was trying to justify a demand for a discount in the pricing, with ludicrous reasoning. I never gave one, and many times someone who had known me all my life said to me, "I'll talk to your father, when he returns, and show him what his idiot son did. He will give me some coin back."
Fortunately, my mother stood behind me, on this. She knew them all and her ability with numbers made certain we were not being cheated. Their nonsense finally led her to tell me, "We were wrong not to teach you to read and mark sums. You're not as simple as they let on, nor as you do. When your father returns, I'll discuss rectifying this, with him."
I merely smiled at her.
The following Saturday was a bright blue sky with few clouds. Mother was down the stream with many other women, washing clothes and chattering, so I had gone into the forest to gather fallen twigs and branches for a bonfire to celebrate the spring solstice and my father's expected return in the next few days. Being just prior to mid-day, the pond was gleaming under the sun's rays. Thanks to the birds and other creatures being joyous in their racket, I felt very much at peace. I was binding my bundle with reeds I had twisted together when...
"Are you preparing a bonfire or a feast?"
The voice was behind me. I jumped around to find the tall blond seated on a fallen elm tree, draped in shadows, chuckling.
"Did you think me a wolf?" he asked.
"I...I..." I could not collect my thoughts, because he was so casual and comfortable, seated there, I was concerned I might be imagining him, again.
He continued with, "They don't speak, you know, but I have noticed sometimes they watch you, the wolves. They trust you, but not enough to approach you."
My words still failed me, for now having a much better view of his face I realized he was the epitome of male beauty. His eyes like blue crystal. His skin smooth and alabaster in color. Not even the hint of a beard. His hands, clasped between his knees as he rested against them, were elegant in form. And even under his loosely wrapped robe, you could tell his body had been no mere dream.
"I...I have no problem with wolves," I finally said.
"Nor boars," he continued, rising.
The manner in which his robe drifted about him became almost sensual. He cast his eyes over me, playful but also sharp and with meaning. His lips, as soft in color as a lightly touched rose, widened to a grin. I felt awkward and dirty, under his gaze.
"You are not wearing your tunic," he said as he circled me.
Which was correct. I had only my breeches on me. I'd even removed my boots to gather the reeds.
"It's being washed," I said. "My father returns soon, and it's best if I wear clean clothes to greet him. Besides, it's a warm day. The first this year, so..."
"Is it?" He was now to my right. When did he move there? I had to look slightly upwards to meet his eyes, and I could not tear my own away from his. "You were not merely trying to draw me out?"
He spoke to me in Norman, and his voice had an odd lyricism to it, almost as if it had not been his first language. Perhaps he was raised Saxon.
It did not matter. The way he looked at me...my breath grew more sharp and uncertain, and I felt a tingle behind my heart. I had to make myself say, "I do not understand the question."
He shrugged. It's odd, but while we appeared to be about the same age, he gave off the aura of a man with many more years and much more in wisdom. He looked around at the pond. It was bright under the high sun, and ice that had once covered it was melted away. Then his eyes found the beavers' dam, where water laughed around the logs they had placed, and followed the stream down to a another small pool surrounded by stones, arranged in a way that were all but delightful...and were completely under shadow.
"On warm days," he nearly murmured, "don't you love to lie in a babbling brook and let the cool water dance around you? Bring you peace and comfort?"
"I would usually jump in the pond, but the water is cold."
"I know." I must have cast him a look of question because he added, "I have been watching you."
That made me catch my breath, half in worry...and half in pleasure.
"Why?" I asked.
He reached towards me and suddenly he was to my other side, drawing a finger down my ear. "I enjoyed watching you develop from a lovely boy to a fine young man. Working as a carpenter has done well by your body."
His finger drifted down my neck and shoulder, sending shivers through my entire being.
"Join me in the brook," he whispered in my ear. "Where the stones are. There is more than enough room for us both, and I know your desires are much like mine."
I could barely form the words, "Are they?"
"I have not only watched you in the woods. I watched you through your window, at night."
That jolted me. "How? My window is at the top of my house. What could you see?"
His smile grew almost tender. "Enough. Join me. I'm tired of merely watching."
He gently pulled at me.
"Why not in the pond?" I asked, not sure exactly what it was that I was agreeing to.
"Because part of it is deep, and I have also seen you cannot swim."
"I do all right," I nearly snapped.
He chuckled and licked his lips. "You could do better."
"But the water is still like ice."
"Is it?"
He backed away and dropped his robe. He was completely naked under it. His form was even lovelier than when last I had seen it. Skin smooth. Light wisps of hair over a full chest, flat belly and groin. No scars. No blemishes. Strong legs flowed from hips that rocked as he backed towards the brook. He all but glowed in the shadows.
I stopped breathing. Stopped thinking. Could only gaze upon him...until some need within me overwhelmed all other senses. I dropped my bundle and followed him. I released the belt holding my breeches in place and they fell to my feet. I kicked them aside.
He inspected me, and I could tell he liked what he saw. His dick was now thick and heavy, between his legs. His head was nodding, slightly. He even licked his lips.
Without looking, he stepped into the brook, letting the water splash merrily around his calves. I joined him.
And it was so cold, I almost jumped back out.
But the water swirled in a circle around him as he moved in deeper and deeper...and then let himself fall back into it. Submerged himself in it then rose to stand. It was now to just below his waist, and I nearly died from the beauty of the picture he made. He became everything I had ever wanted, just then.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me in with him. I took a deep breath and also dipped down, my eyes open, and saw his dick was even harder and his balls readier, if that was possible. For myself, the cold water had cooled my own member back to normal. I rose and stood next to him and...
He pressed his lips to mine and took my balls in his hand to fondle them and I jolted and started back for the opposite bank, but he gripped both my hands to stop me.
"Nothing to worry about," he said. "Nothing to fear. Be easy. I will not hurt you. I could not."
"No," I said, growing afraid. "I don't think..."
He pulled me close and put a hand to my mouth to silence me. "Shh. I promise, I will not hurt you." He ran his lips up my neck, bringing the fire back to me. "I could never hurt someone as sweet and innocent and beautiful as you."
Beautiful? Me? He thinks me beautiful?
I had no choice but to accept his claim because his other hand drifted around to the small of my back and he held my body close to his as he maneuvered his erection up between my legs to rub under my own balls. My dick was pushed up against my belly, and it was growing, despite the cold water.
"See?" he whispered. "You do want what I have to offer. You want to join in the pleasures I can give."
Did I? Let us just say, when his lips slipped down my neck to a nipple and he enclosed it with his mouth, caught it with his teeth, and flicked at it with his tongue, I cried out from the amazing sensation of it. Without a thought, I pinched both of his perfect ones.
He chuckled and his fingers played with me, sending surges of need through my entire being as he gently guided me to a group of the largest stones. I lay back against them, afraid to let go of his arms because I was certain if I did he would vanish and I would be alone by the pond. Imagining all of this.
He caressed the inside of my thighs then lifted my legs up to rest on his shoulders, so that I was completely out of the water. He drew his fingers along my ass and bent to take my dick in his mouth. Slide down it with a simplicity that was beyond belief, like the brunet had with him. I gasped from the warm cushion of his mouth and velvet of his tongue surrounding me, like a promise of heaven. He shifted up and down me, licking and sucking and kissing and drawing my balls into his mouth and I felt myself shift to another world of exquisite torture. It seemed every part of my body was on fire. My calves. My thighs. My sides. My arms. My chest. My ass. My tits. My neck. His fingers probed my hole then traced back up to pinch and pull at my nipples before whispering down my body to roll my balls as he sucked harder on me and I never wanted it to end.
Never.
Never.
Never.
Up and down and up and down, his tongue constantly adding to the pleasure. Stronger. More insistent. On and on and on until far too soon I felt a surge build within me and grow beyond any possible control and expand even more...and I had no choice but to release.
I let everything I was feeling pile into that surge and shot my cum into the blond's mouth as he continued to suck on me. His tongue caressing. His lips pulling. I cried out...but he put a hand up over my mouth so I could not be heard...even as I let loose, again.
I think I passed out from the beauty of it, because the next thing I knew, he was holding me as I drifted in the water. And I was not at all cold. He ran his hands over me, his face so tender and caring. Licking his lips, just slightly.
"You were very much lost in achieving your pleasure," he said.
"I've never had...never been so...so..." My voice trailed off. I could not think of anything to say.
He kissed me, gentle and kind, an odd taste on his lips, then he said, "I suppose this was your first time. With someone other than yourself."
I could only nod.
He smiled. "That makes me happy. I wish I could stay longer, but my friends can cover for me only a little while."
"Who are you?" I managed to ask.
"You may call me Gregory. I know you are Léonidès. Such an awkward name for a beautiful lad. Much too antiquated. May I call you Léon?"
I nodded, still caught in the euphoria of the moment.
He propped me to my feet and slipped behind me, whispering, "It's unusual for me to want to be with someone who is so much like myself, in looks."
"No, you...you are so much more handsome..."
"Shh." He pulled me close to him, and slipped his dick between my legs to press against the back of my balls. "You do a disservice to yourself. I very much like the tightness of your body. The aura about you. The sweetness of your lips."
He began to rub his dick between my legs. "The other with hair like ours is called Reyndahl, and insists we say his full name. The rest are Doric, Stephane, Tellis, and Loronce. They also think you beautiful."
"Do you say that to other men you have done this to?"
"No. You are the first. May I come to you, again?"
He had to ask? "Yes."
"May I bring one of my friends?"
"Um...I...uh..." Two of them, at once? What would they do? What could I do? Be used like Gregory had been, that day in the pond? Absolutely! I managed to gulp, "I...think...so..."
"This is all we will ever do with you, Léon," he continued as he continued to rub back and forth. "We will not violate you, in any way."
"Violate?"
"Enter you."
"How...how could you enter me? I am not a woman."
He slipped a finger up to my hole and circled it, sending waves of desire through me. He did nothing more, only growled, "There are ways. After all, you just entered me. But we will only feed on you as I have. May we?"
"Feed? On me?"
"Only an expression. Would once a month be all right?"
"Twice," I muttered, and almost laughed at how greedy and wanton it made me sound. That had been Gabrielle's way. More of everything, please, and right now.
He was growing breathless as he said, "You will need time to recover. Today was only a hint of the pleasure we can bring to you."
"Twice."
He nibbled at my ear. "Understandable." He was pushing faster and harder, almost slapping against me. "Come here. In...in a fortnight."
"What day?"
"Whenever. We will...will know when you...arrive."
"How?"
"We just will...just...will..."
Then he grunted and picked me up off my feet and shoved his dick hard between my legs to appear beneath my balls and he ejaculated with enough force to reach across the pool to the other bank. Twice. Three times. Humping against me, one hand pinching a nipple as the other held me in place by gripping my thigh as he kept trying for more and more. I was still caught in my euphoria but deep within felt proud of how completely he had reached this point, using me.
Finally, he all but whimpered and slowly let me slide back to my feet, his dick now held between the cheeks of my ass, still half-full. Then he said. "It has been so long since I've had one like you. So long."
He held me close and kissed the back of my neck...and suddenly was gone. I fell back into the water, startled. I had to regain my feet on the stones before I could look around and see the pond was now covered in shadow. Hours must have passed, but I noticed none of them. And I did not care. I felt cleansed of all confusion. I felt clean and pure and certain.
My next time with Gregory was much too far away from now...for I could not wait until it was time, again.
Maybe I would ask for once a week, if the next time was just as good.
