Another week passed and I didn't get a chance to see Peter. I surely hoped an opportunity would come around but I was also against it since I had a lot of questions and doubts. Questions like; what if he's like the others who needed to just release their sexual tension or practice their new sex moves on me? What if I'm just another fling yet I wanted more?
Doubts like; he'll never love some country bumpkin like me. He works for the mayor and the whole town knows who he is. He's inherited the smithy from his late father, he has a mother who's still alive. I asked around and by around I mean I asked Regina the best information mistress of the twin a.k.a the gospel monger, “ he visits his mother every weekend that guy and he's one of them hot bachelors in town” she spat, literally had splatters of saliva squirt through that gap in her teeth.
“ I'd prolly have my way around that fine stud but alas, he's into lads more than women” I didn't bother asking how she found out but my doubts led me to think that they might've had history which wasn't the case.
I reached a point where I'd wished for the second lord to send me back to the smithy again in contrast to not going. That and the fact that Bosco would notice his paper was missing anytime kept me up and about. I was sure he'd have my head if he knew I was the one who found out his secret. A paper like that meant that it was meant for a handful of people excluding me and the fact that Bosco would be married in a few moons and suns, meant I was walking on razor blades here.
Life is funny to a point where I was no longer surprised when I received a summons from Bosco.
The path from the kitchen to Bosco's room was long and stressful. I couldn't stop myself from thinking about the fact that he'd found out that his piece of paper was taken and if he'd pushed hard enough, I might've told him it was me and my head would fall off the next second. I tried to drag my feet and greet a few familiar faces I found in the hallway. Since I didn't want to make him wait long, just to add more reasons to separate my head and body, I reached his door in a few minutes of my alleged last moments.
Taking a huge breath right outside, no sooner had my trembling fingers knocked those doors than that cold voice barked in reply for me to enter.
I turned the knob, sending a silent last prayer, and entered to find him sitting down on his sofa. He was fully dressed this time, thank God, but he was hunched over some papers spread on his marble table and a glass of wine in his hand.
“ I need you to take my sword to the smithy for repair.” Without bothering to look up at me, he commanded and I didn't hesitate to grab the sword that was standing next to his centre table and exit. My excitement to see Peter again jump started my frightful life, drowning the fears that had leaked into my cocooned life.
“ Before you go,” I’d turned my back to him so I paused along with every thought of joy that had washed over me, rather I felt a slab of ice crawl along my back to my feet. Those stupid nightmares awakened as I slowly turned back. ‘ This is it, he's going to call me out about his paper’ I thought to myself while I turned around and found that Bosco had stood up and his cold brown eyes were once again sizing me up. His famished gaze reined me in place. I swallowed long and hard while forcing myself to smile a bit to look normal and clutched onto the sword as assurance that I'd use it to fight back despite knowing that I knew he had mastered its use more than me.
He walked towards me and I wanted to run for my life but I held on or my legs had frozen over from the frigid atmosphere.
He took his time crossing the room to meet me until he was a short distance from me. He was taller than me, probably around Peter's height as he towered over. (Everyman was basically taller than me except my uncle).
He held up his perfectly manicured hand towards me and they licked the exposed skin of my perspiring neck. I thought he was going to strangle me until I felt him correcting my tie,
“ Tell Peter to make my sword sharper enough to cut glass, I need it for the competition next week and I cannot afford to lose” . His hands never left my tie and he pulled it a bit tight, putting some pressure on my neck but I said nothing although he didn't need to.
His breath was fruity with wine which was rather intoxicating in a bad way. He finally let go of my tie and and I looked him in the eyes, I noticed that he was slightly drunk.
He held up his hand to caress my cheek, more coldness cloaked my body and I was worried I'd get frostbite in a moment. Those hands were soft with less callouses yet his touch felt cold and lifeless unlike Peter's calloused touch. I wanted to physically shudder at his touch but I held on. His hands lingered on my cheek just as his eyes dropped to my lips. He traced his hand towards my lips and his pointing finger browsed my upper lower lip. He licked his own lips in hunger and I silently sent a prayer to God to help me escape this torture. Part of me thought that this was his way of making me confess to taking his paper but that wasn't the case. I knew he was gay and he had taken a long time without seeing this Mark Walterberg fellow, and also I might've noticed his pants tenting up, oh so slightly.
Fortunately he let me go after what felt like an eternity . He must've seen my reaction as he pulled his hand away and created some space between us, turning his back to me.
“ You may go now” he commanded without looking back at me, and I didn't think twice before I zoomed out of the room. I held back my reactions until I was climbing the hill to the smithy. I let out an audible sigh thinking back at what had just happened, I shuddered remembering that empty touch, the subtle boner I'd witnessed and my suspicions were confirmed of Bosco being really gay or maybe bisexual or just sexually hyperactive because I wouldn't rule out any possibility with Bosco.
I was lost in my train of thought as I moved towards the smithy that when I tried to knock on the door, I used my hands balled into fists and not one of the rings. I kept on ramming my fists onto the door until I was met with a warm and solid wall instead of the hard oak doors. My head turned up to find that I had knocked on Peter's huge chest instead of the door. He must've opened the door as I continued to knock while deep in my usual trance.
“ You do love being in your head, don't you?” He chuckled as I withdrew my hand and I immediately blushed, looking down and muttering a small apology but he waved it off.
He invited me in and this time I immediately entered until I found myself in the same spot we'd kissed a week ago and it all came tumbling down on me. I immediately blushed again while looking away. I prayed that Peter wouldn't notice me trying to hide my blush but he must've noticed it when the bright flames shone on my face.
“ Ah, about last— ah last time” his hand was rubbing the back of his head exposing his flexed biceps and hairy armpits. He looked like a really cute puppy trying to bring up last time. He must've been blushing too because he was lost for words.
“ It's okay, it's not like I didn't enjoy it. I loved it and in fact I'd like it to happen again.” I immediately slapped my mouth shut. I had just spoken my mind or thought out loud. What was wrong with me? This is not me but I'd done it and was waiting for Peter to turn me down. I knew he liked it but thought that it was a one time thing just like all the boys I'd made out with and I ended up feeling lonely until I decided to stop it and move on.
I opened my mouth to apologise and tell him to forget it since he'd suddenly kept quiet for what seemed like long enough but in a flash, I felt his calloused hands cupping my cheeks and his lips fiercely locking down on mine. I had gotten my answer but I must've looked shocked that he let go of me. I had not kissed him back due to the huge surprise. A slither of those doubts that I had harboured began vanishing. I couldn't believe that this had just happened.
“ I'm so sorry, I didn't mean —” but I grabbed his hand gently to shush him. I brought it to my lips and kissed it, calluses and all. I looked into his eyes, those soft eyes spoke to me. They told me that this man had fallen in love with me just as I did with him.
I brought his hand to my lips and kissed it again then I placed it on my cheek. Letting in all the life-filled warmth they carried, his scent hit me, sweat and soot mixed with something primal. He looked at me with eyes brightened with desire.
“ I also would love to kiss you too” and that was all he needed to hear as he bent down and we kissed without shock and surprises.
We drank each other in as our lips connected. It was like last time but even better. We had settled some of the doubts we both had, so the first door opened just as our lips zipped open for our tongues to embrace. We slurped on eachother tasteful saliva creating a bond that would exceed odds, we were moving together and the flow of the fiery furnace matched our intensity that grew hotter by each minute. We tilted heads like we'd practiced this throughout our lives as our lips explored each other. I felt his hand grab my waist as he pulled in closer. His body was overly warm like last time and my hands found their way snaking around his neck while I had to stand on the balls of my feet. I felt him hold me tight so that I wouldn't feel fatigue and I wouldn't have to let go of him. We'd created a bubble of love that wrapped around us and shut out the world outside as we continued to let our tongues get acquainted. We parted our lips to breathe and then dug right back in. Tendrils of love magic exploded with every taste and each osculation produced fireworks before our very lives. We'd just know each other but what we had transcended through time and space.
Peter took it further as he began by moving onto my neck, I had my neck exposed by choice this time and I felt his teeth since into my flesh, just a tiny nibble,
“Peter, I need you more” I couldn't help telling him what my body wanted at that moment and he understood me well, he took his time using his tongue to navigate my jaw, lips and neck. He began breathing near my ear and his teeth gave my lobes painless bites while his hands went for my pants’ buttons. I was too far gone to really care what he was going to do next, my own cock was stabbing at the clothes I called pants that when he unbuttoned and pulled down my pants, my cock flew free and throbbed really hard. My brain was just pumping fiery blood into it causing all six inches to stand up straight.
“ I love my handiwork” Peter was amused at how his touch had made me erect and leak drops of clear precum.
“ uh huh” I was panting so hard my breath would eventually create fog throughout the room. Peter then carried me and set me down on his work table, my legs were dangling down while his hands pulled my legs apart just as my cock was exposed. My arse felt the warm wood beneath me just as another warm mouth enveloped my cock and I saw stars glitter before my vision. Peter had not wasted time kneeling before me and taking me in his mouth.
I had my hands grab the edges of the table for support and a moan shot through my mouth.
“ Peter…Peter” I called out and he only hummed as his head met my groins along with my pubic hair. I felt my cock meet his throat.
He pulled back up and my cock missed his warmth but not for long.
His tongue was next, it began licking along my shaft and back, those same lips began kissing the skin inside, the raw supple skin of my inner thighs,
“oh God Peter “ was all I Could say as more teasing bites rendered me speechless.
I could feel his skills and he was a pro at it. I could feel my balls threatening to release but I held back.
Another dizzy spell hit me when he went back to fully taking me all,
“ Mmmmm Peter I'm going to cum soon” laboured in breath, I moaned out and he pulled back only to begin sucking me without rest. His head nodded on my cock as in acceptance to what he was doing to me and his hands held my balls like they were coaxing them into giving up the juice which they did eventually. He felt me thicken as my grip on the edges tightened. My arse muscles clamped tightly as they worked together with my balls to shoot out a load of hot white seed. Peter felt me shudder as I began pouring straight into his waiting mouth, down his throat he swallowed my every drop. He waited patiently for the last drop as he went on to clean me with his mouth. My head was thrown back to meet my back as I closed my eyes focusing on Peter's tongue cleaning the last drops.
I felt him stand up and I sluggishly brought my head to meet him, he held my cheeks and kissed me again, gently and I tasted myself on his lips and tongue, which I liked.
“ That was– magical” we'd stopped kissing and our foreheads touched each other, we were both panting so hard, “I'll say, those are some skills you have there” I went on to tease him and he just chuckled again which made my butterflies flutter around in my stomach.
Finally we parted as I went on to put on my pants, Peter noticed that I was still weak in the knees so he helped me put them on while I explained to him what Bosco wanted leaving out the shuddering part and he began working on it. This was what had brought me to the smithy in the first place.
Of course we began talking without me zoning out or looking at his muscles flex while he worked. I had to return to my post because we'd ended up kissing once again and I would end up getting scolded by my uncle. I promised to visit him after hours and he said that he'd wait for me
To be continued….
