How long has it been?” A voice so soothing yet familiar yanked me out of my trance,
“ Huh? what?” I replied in a dazed voice as I looked at the person who had questioned me,
“ Still day dreaming as always” he chuckled and his eyes smiled along with his full lips,
“ I've asked, how long has it been since we visited this place?” and the answer immediately shot across my mind, a year! It's has been a year since we'd visited this part of the woods, the place where it all became official, but I didn't notice having said it out loud until I felt his calloused hand kiss the warm skin of my cheek. His hand was huge as his frame from working in the smithy since he was fifteen years old. His hand was always reassuring just like the first time we met.
About a year ago, I'd come to work as a butler-in- training for the town mayor. It was a job I'd gotten out of sheer luck and it had a handsome payment plan that would secure a good life for me and my mother. I'd accepted it without a doubt and in a few days, I found myself at the very end of town.
The mayor was a very good man, loved by everyone for his kindness and generosity.
He had two sons and a daughter. The eldest son was away on official business with his wife of four years while the younger son was still in knight school and quite the party animal. The daughter who was also the middle child, was still in business school and wouldn't be back in a year.
“ Welcome Clive, to our humble home” the Mayor's kind wife was the one to welcome me among other house helps plus the old butler ( who was my dad's older brother). They were all kind to me except, Bosco the youngest son of the mayor.
For some reason he gave me the cold shoulder. When I arrived, he looked at me strangely and walked away but I wasn't going to let him bring me down, I was going to stay out of his way as much as possible.
“ I'm sorry my husband couldn't be here to greet you, he's a bit preoccupied at the moment” Margret the wife told me as I was being led to the massive mansion that stood before us. I assured her that it was fine and I was led to my quarters in the servants’ wing. It was a decent room with everything I'd need; from a simple bed to a closet full of butler uniforms. I felt at peace being here albeit I missed my mother so much and decided to write a letter to her right away.
“ Come in” that cold voice that I dreaded, called back after I'd knocked on the door thrice. It was a door to Bosco's room. I'd done everything I could to avoid Bosco but I was just bidding my time. It had been a week already and I was sure that he wouldn't bother with me just like he'd ignored me ever since I'd arrived in this place. Apparently he required my help, rather my services and since my uncle was preoccupied with the mayor, I was to fill in for him, so I sighed while I opened the heavy ivory door to find the most unsightly picture ever.
Bosco was lying provocatively on the couch with his night robe slightly ajar to expose his muscular torso, thighs, and underwear. Years of welding a sword and training had toned his body enough for my cock to slightly twitch until I saw the face that came with the package. His hair was a mess and his face had a scowl plastered on, his trimmed eyebrows looked far from being groomed as they were forced to come together along with the meanest frown that would make me shudder. I knew I preferred men but his exposure revolted me so I looked down.
“ How may I be of help sir?” in a formal voice just like my uncle taught me, butler lessons were a must, each day after work.
“ I need to find something to wear for a party today” and just like that he kept quiet. I knew I was supposed to move but his tone really made my blood boil. He was nothing like his kind father or mother. He was simply arrogant and mean. I really didn't like the fact that he was speaking to me in a manner that suggested I had done something to him yet I'd never talked to him or worse, he owned me.
“ ANYTIME NOW” he barked and I snapped out of my trance with an inaudible gasp. I would've clutched at my heart but I maintained my composure and decided to head to the wardrobe. I could feel his gaze on me and following my every move, like a predator watching his prey. His stare was peculiar like he wanted to devour me and murder me at the same time, those brown eyes oozed coldness and cruelty. The wardrobe was full of fancy clothes and I picked something that would please him, so I got a suit that contrasted his brown eye colour. I also wanted to get out of his room as soon as possible.
After about thirty minutes of pick, fail and try again, he finally agreed on what to wear and I helped him put them on. Apparently my first pick was not fancy enough.
After an hour, I was ready to move out until he gave me another annoying errand that I'd forever be grateful for but I'd didn't know that yet.
“ Oh and one last thing, go to the smithy and pick up my sword, Peter should be done with it as I need it for tomorrow” it was an order and not a request so I bowed down as I turned to leave his room. I was glad that I had a reason to move out of there so I found myself climbing the hill through the sparse woods to meet the blacksmith.
I reached the huge double oak doors to the vast smithy and I pulled on the cast iron rings and banged hard since I heard hammering from within which would drown out any noise from outside especially if I'd knocked using my bare hands.
Being here was much better than being near Bosco. I don't know why he didn't like me, it's not that I didn't want him to like me but it was as if I had done something to him that I didn't know of. My mind kept on wondering that I didn't notice someone call me, a soothing voice cut through my trance exposing me to a pair of mildly hairy eyebrows that tried to hid a pair of ocean green eyes. This face had a scattered mess of a poorly shaved beard that exposed a set of lips that showed a look of genuine concern and a huge hand full of rough callouses and soot, brushed against my cheek.
“ Are you okay there?” I gasped and tried jumping back because of fright and maybe I'd seen the most handsome guy ever before me touching me, that I backtracked without a plan and fell hard unto my buttocks. It hurt like hell but not as much as my pride and my mother's voice echoed, ‘ one of these days you'll regret dill-dallying in that head of yours’ and that day had come.
“ I'm so sorry” the soothing voice called out from above me as he extended his hand to help me up. It was really huge compared to mine as I clasped it. His hand was warm as he gently pulled me up from my shame down below. I couldn't stop looking at him though, I always avoided people’s gazes but this was different. While he was someone with the warmest facial features, he was the opposite of Bosco. He must've mistaken my sad look for something else, I was just still pondering the fact that Bosco was making it hard to work at the mansion and I didn't want to leave the job, I wanted to help my mum financially but I was so miserable. I didn't want her to be disappointed in me along with my uncle, so I was on the verge of tears.
“ Are you alright?” genuine concern grabbed at me through his voice while his hand was slightly raising again as if to wipe away the tears that would glide down my cold cheeks but I decided to force my lips upwards to form a U shape and I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. “ Sure?” He asked again doubting my feigned happiness and I nodded with the same smile.
“ Umm, I was sent by the second lord about his sword” with a lot of courage, words almost tiny whispers came out of me, I was looking down now and he nodded with a hum forcing me to look at him again, he was smiling and I was once again taken a back, his eyes smiled along with his lips. My heart fluttered once more at this but I was happy he didn't notice my blush when he turned and invited me in.
It was hot inside being that the furnace was overflowing with flames. Peter was now walking towards a wooden barrel full of different kinds of swords and he had his back to me. I noticed his huge frame hid the whole barrel behind him, and was he was ever built! This was due to his constant work in the smithy. His back view did not disappoint at all, he had a cloth tied around his hair with a few grasses of hair peeking out and his broad back slimmed down at the waist to meet the most perfect arse that was held back by the fabric of his pants.
He had a vest on so his arms were exposed and veiny everytime he'd look inside for a sword, they'd pop up as I watched through the dim lighting given by the dull orange flames, I remembered that his chest was also huge just as he turned around to show me the sword. He was walking towards me and I continued studying him like the fine specimen he was. I'm not usually into being this active with my eyes but this man was alluring. He had a cloth covering his head but I noticed he had either black or brown hairs as a few more were sticking out of the cloth.
I hadn't noticed that he was talking until he was so close to my face that I once again that I jumped again like I did a while ago but this time he was ready to catch me before I'd fall.
“ You do like living in your head don't you?” His words were meant as a tease and it was working more than he knew,
“ Ah…sorry…. I feel safe in…there” I tried to match his teasing only to have his arm wrap around my waist pulling me so close that I accidentally placed my hands on his chest rather grabbed at his vest in a fist full and the sword was left to meet the cold cobble stone on the floor with a loud clang. My hands also found a way to feel his chest and it was warm, hairy and firm. His heart was also beating as fast, pushing against my hand through steady vibrations. I don't know what was happening but long forgotten was the sword laying down on the ground.
“ Did someone ever tell you that you are handsome?” Peter said while he pulled me closer to him, “ No,” I shook my head and didn't want to break this trance.
“ wait, does my mother count?” a sound that resembles a chuckle poured through his slightly open lips.
Slowly by slowly we grew closer until our heads touched. Something passed between us and I swear it was electric. Our heads connected just as our breaths began synchronizing,
“ We should get the sword now I guess” his breath warm against my nose as he was taller than me yet again I just nodded. My hands were still on his chest and the drumming of his heart vibrated through them.
“ Oh….ah…the sword…yes” more uncertain whispers escaped my hungry lips because I was afraid if I was loud enough, he’d shift the focus to the sword. His eyes darkened with lust and desire at my words that his arm tightened around me, more than before.
I tilted my head so that our lips met with a simple brushing, both lips were wet from being licked earlier on, the magnetic pull was stronger that it turned into a full on kiss.
I drank in every touch just as he did, our lips hugged eachother perfectly sending shivers down my body, I could feel the core at my heart pooling with even more desire for this man who's lips were devouring my very soul. A subtle moan pushed through my vocal cords to meet his very slow growl that vibrated between us. My brain orchestrated a volley of hot blood towards my crotch making me grow harder with every twist and turn of our locked heads, hands reached for my curls on top and I felt him shudder when my unfurled fist turned into a hand that massaged the part of his chest where his thumping heart resided.
I didn't know how long we stood with our lips locked but neither of us wanted to do anything else except have a taste of eachother. I didn't want to stop as our lips danced together. My trance tendencies were contagious that Peter was now in it along with me. We both knew it wasn't a dream or our imagination as it was happening to us.
We never took it further since our lips just locked and moved in a slow passionate motion until some rat knocked over a sword that went peeling down on the stone floor which shocked us into parting immediately.
“ I…ah….sorry…I should go” I was the first to slice through the awkward silence that had struck our minds dumb. Peter just nodded, roles were reversed now. Something magical had happened between us, something I couldn't explain rather we couldn't explain. I turned to leave, this was still the opposite of what had happened earlier at Bosco’s room, whereas I wanted from leave Bosco's room, I never wanted to leave Peter's smithy, I'd left my heart behind.
Before I could reach the door, Peter called out
“You've forgotten the sword” I felt awkward coming back because I didn't trust myself around Peter anymore, so I tried hard not to look at him as I grabbed the sword from him with a simple thank you and quickly got out. I was praying hard that my face wasn’t flushed by the time I reached the mansion.
Thankfully Bosco wasn't around so I placed his sword neatly on his table, but before I turned to leave, I saw a piece of paper that had fallen underneath the table and also screamed for my attention.
I went on to grab it and read what was written on it in a neat handwriting.
‘ Had a wonderful time riding your huge cock, let's meet again tonight, Mark Walterberg’
What was this? Bosco was queer? And he was cheating on his fiancé with a man? I couldn't believe my eyes since Bosco was engaged to some woman and their wedding was due in some months. I decided to pick up the piece of paper, neatly folded it and placed it in my breast pocket. I moved out before he'd decided to come back. I also couldn't forget what had happened earlier with Peter and the scene played in my mind over and over again.
To be continued….
