Mates

By: Will B
(© 2009 by the author)

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The Robinsons and Thompsons and two of their servants visit Rawlings Manor to see a troop of strolling players put on two plays. Ed and Henry take their relationship to a new level.

Chapter 4:
The afternoon and evening of 10 June 1645

All was quiet back at Longleaf Manor. Mary Robinson had given the cook and the maidservants permission to take three days’ leave to visit family and friends in neighboring villages. The only people left at the Manor were Alf and Giles, and the one remaining manservant, Ted Jones.

At 23 years of age, Ted was a tall handsome lad with a mop of curly brown hair and a wide smile. He had broad shoulders and a flat stomach. Light hair covered his chest and abdomen.  He had developed strong arms and muscular legs from working on the Manor. He was well endowed in the manhood department as well. One part was thick and meaty, and the other two parts were smooth and covered with more light hair. He had a vivid imagination and was very observant. He had observed that Alf and Giles were ‘special friends’ as it were (although the term had not been coined in 1645). Ted wanted to be a ‘special friend’ too, and on this late afternoon of 10 June, he had had an idea.

As the sun began to lower slightly toward the western horizon, Alf drove the four cows into the barn and began milking them. Giles stood watching him, arms akimbo, smiling and thinking of the fun the two of them would have later pulling each other’s pole to enjoy the sweet man-milk that would come to slake their thirst and coat their faces, chests and throats with a creamy substance that could be licked up.

They finished milking the cows and went to Alf’s ‘shed,’ which Tom had caused to be fixed up to a comfortable dwelling with two beds. Tom and Mary knew about the relationship between Alf and Giles.  They had decided that as long as the two ‘friends’ were discreet and never made a public show of their affection, and above all, never made a move on the two boys, they would say nothing. Alf had changed from a surly, grumbling creature to a pleasant, humorous man, whose loyalty to Tom and the family and the Manor was complete. The last year had seen Giles’ role change from that of traveling teacher of swordplay to a helpful ‘odd-job’ man. Like Alf, he was a valued member of the Manor family.

Alf and Giles sat down at the table and smiled at each other.  Alf said, “I guess we should do something about a meal.”  Just then a knock came at the door. Giles went to the door, opened it, and saw Ted Smith standing there, smiling.

“I thought that since there’s just the three of us, you could come up to the Manor kitchen and share a meal. Before she left, Cook cooked a whole ham and left us some bread and fruit, and there’s plenty of ale,” Ted said.

“Sounds like a most excellent idea,” said Giles.

“That would be a good idea,” replied Alf. “After we eat, we can go up to the pond and have a cool dip in the water.”

“Another excellent idea,” said Ted, smiling to himself as he thought about how he would enjoy seeing these two men in all their glory.

The three went back to the Manor kitchen and enjoyed a delicious meal of ham, bread, fruit and ale. They sat and talked about how unusual, but nice, it was to have the whole Manor to themselves. They talked about poor King Charles. News traveled slowly, but even down here in Kent everyone knew that Prince Rupert of the Rhine had been appointed General of the Army and therefore the King's chief military adviser. Prince Rupert had proposed to march north to recover the north of England and join forces with the Royalists in Scotland under Montrose. The King had done this, even though he had to leave a detachment, including 3,000 cavalry, under Lord Goring, the Lieutenant General of Horse, to hold the West Country and maintain the Siege of Taunton, in Somerset.*

After they had eaten they walked up the hill, and stood at the edge of the pond.  Alf took off his shoes. Giles dropped his leggings and stood there in his braies. Ted, slid his leggings and braies down off his body and stood up, his meaty cock nicely framed by his dark brown bush. Alf and Giles soon followed him into that glorious state of nature. The three men went into the water and stood with the water lapping at their manly, bronzed chests. The cooler water made their nipples hard and their manly meats shrink a little.

They dog paddled for a while, and then began splashing each other, laughing merrily as they did so. As the sun sank lower to the horizon, they decided it was time to get out, dry off and get dressed.

The water had in deed been cool, but there was enough warmth in the sun to dry them off quickly. As they were pulling on their braies, Ted went and put each of his hands on Alf and Giles’ shoulders.

“I really enjoyed this time with you two,” he said.

“We enjoyed having supper with you in the kitchen,” Alf said.

Ted moved his hands so that they were on the upper arms of each of his friends.

“You two are really handsome men, you know,” he said.

“You’re not so bad looking yourself. You’ve probably got a lot of women wanting to feel your muscles,” Giles said.

“Well,” Ted said, as he moved his hands down to hold each of the others around their waists, “I’ve never found the woman who could really please me.”

“Well, who could please you?” Alf asked.

“Since you ask, I think it would be good looking MEN like the two of you!” Ted said, pulling them closer to him.

Alf and Giles turned to look at him. “You mean you …?” Giles began.

“….would want to be with us?” Alf finished.

“You bet,” Ted responded with a lascivious grin. “I really think I’d like to sample your man-milk—both of yours—and at the same time if we could agree!”

With that he out his hands inside each of the other men’s braies, and began to grope their poles and feel their oval sacs. By now all three men were more than a little aroused.

“Giles, my friend, I think we should continue this in our shed,” Alf said, winking at Giles.

‘Oh, absolutely. I agree. Maybe we could give Ted some practice dueling with our swords,” Giles leered, and he began to put his hand on Ted’s most precious possession. After a few minutes of mutual groping, the three men, now thoroughly ‘in the mood,’ went into the shed and shut the door.

June nights could be a little cool, so Alf put a couple of logs on the fire so that pleasant warmth would spread throughout the room. The leaping flames cast a warm, romantic glow. Ted stood before them and stepped out of his braies. His handsome body glowed in the firelight and he slowly lay down on Alf’s bed. His organ, framed by its brown bush was erect, and as he raised his arms over his head the brown hair on his chest and in his armpits made him look extremely attractive.

Ted lay on the floor in front of the fire, and with one hand, he began to massage and pinch his nipples and with the other, he began to play with his member until it stood straight up. Alf and Giles watched, transfixed, as Ted lay there, moving his body seductively. Ted was beginning to moan as he self-pleasured his own body.

Ted stopped and looked at Alf. “Alf, I would like you to kneel by my head and let me draw your man-seed into my mouth. I want you to shoot your seed into my mouth. I want to sip from your magnificent cock and taste your sweet man-milk,” he instructed.

Alf stepped out of his braies and knelt down so that his tool was standing firm and touching Ted’s lips.

Then Ted raised his legs into the air and said, “Giles, while I am drinking from Alf’s member I want you to ‘plow my back field’ with your pole. I want to feel your manhood invading my body. I want…, oh, I want both of you to empty yourselves…”

Giles knelt forward and aimed his lance at Ted’s quivering pucker. Slowly he approached the entrance to that dark mysterious tunnel that would provide so much pleasure. He pressed against Ted’s opening. Ted gave a small gasp of pain, and then Giles was in, pushing and thrusting, withdrawing a little and then pushing some more.

While Ted was licking and tickling Alf’s member with his tongue and lips, Alf was running his fingers over Ted’s nipples, pinching and twisting them, making Ted raise his body up and down.

Giles was busy too. While attacking and withdrawing, pushing and drawing back, his one hand was pulling on Ted’s member, making it firmer, harder,  causing it to begin to leak a clear drop of early ‘man-dew.’ The three settled into a rhythm of sucking, plucking, fucking, rubbing, feeling, writhing, moving faster and faster …

“Aaaahhhh,’ said Alf.   “Huhhh huhhh,” panted Giles. “Aaaaaooooouuuuhhh,” said Ted.

…faster and faster, until the three of them simultaneously shot their geysers of man-juice into the respective mouth, anal opening, or chest and abdomen that were waiting to receive the precious liquids.

Temporarily drained, the three men lay on the floor in front of the fire, their bodies coated with the liquor of lust.

For the next two days and nights the three men would meet as often as possible to taste, explore, invade, and enjoy each other’s bodies.

* * * * *

11 June at Rawlings Manor.

In the middle of the morning, the serenity of the Manor was disturbed by the arrival of the two carts being pulled by two workhorses.  The carts were laden with properties and carrying six grown men and two young boys who appeared to be about a year older than Ed and Henry. The strolling players were greeted by Sir Henry who directed them to set up their tents on the lawn at the rear of the Manor.

Ed and Henry walked around to the tents to watch the preparations for the evening’s performance. They saw the adults practicing their parts, and then they noticed the two young boys off to one side juggling colored balls in the air.

When the jugglers stopped to take a break, they looked at Ed and Henry and approached them. “Hello,” Ed said. “I’m Ed Robinson, and this is my friend, Henry Thompson.”

“Hello, your selves. I’m Justin Wheeler and this is my brother, Dustin. Our father is one of the actors, and we’ve been traveling with him ever since our mother died.”

The four lads shook hands and then Ed asked, “That juggling looks interesting. Could I try it some time?”

“Sure,” Dustin said. “Why don’t you start with two balls at first, then work up to three?”

Ed took two of the balls and began tossing them in the air, first simultaneously, and then alternating. When he had gotten that part down he tried tossing them from hand to hand.

 

“You’re pretty good, Ed. Would you like to try three balls?” Justin asked.

Ed was agreeable, and he took the third ball. Of course he dropped them quite a few times, but as time went on, he got better and better.

When he stopped, Justin asked Henry, “Would you like to try?”

“No…., I don’t think I could do that, but I can do this….”

Henry bent over and out his hands on the ground and slowly lifted his legs in the air so that he was walking on his hands. Then he did a back flip, and stood up, smiling as the others applauded.

“Pon my soul, Henry, I didn’t know you could do that,” said an admiring Ed.

“Funny, Ed, I didn’t know I could either until the other day at home. I was going to tell you, but then we … got busy…doing other things… you know?”

“Yeah, I know,” Ed said, with a smile.

“Listen, my friends, Dustin and I are pretty warm. I don’t suppose there’s a pond or stream where we could go and cool off and wash the sweat off our bodies?”

“Yes, I know where there’s a place where the stream widens out into a little lake,” Ed said. “Suppose Henry and I show you. Maybe we can cool off a little too.”

Ed went back to the Manor to tell his Mother that he and Henry were going to take two of the actors down to the stream.

“You boys be careful,” Mary warned.

“Oh, Mother!” said Ed, just as young men have said countless times in the past and will say countless times in the future.

The four youths went to the stream and quickly took of their clothes.  Ed and Henry blatantly stared at the slim, muscled bodies of the other two youths. Justin and Dustin were well endowed. Their members were long, and their body hair was dark and curly.

“Why don’t you two go on in the water,” Dustin said. “Justin and I are just going to lie in the sun for a few minutes. We…er….we have something to take care of before we go in the water.”

“You know, Dustin, Ed and I also like to …take care of some things too….,” Henry said with a shy smile.

“Well, then, I guess the four of us will have to do what we have to… what we want to do,” Dustin said with a wicked smile.

Later that afternoon, a dip in the cool waters washed away the sweat and… ‘other liquids’…. from the bodies of the four young, lusty lads.

After getting dressed, the four made their way back to the Manor. They agreed that Ed and Henry would meet them on the next day for more practice juggling, and then another refreshing dip in the water, and maybe some other ‘refreshing activities.’

“You know, Ed and Henry, if you could practice a little more, you could surprise Sir Henry and your parents with a little juggling and hand walking in the interval between the acts of tomorrow’s play,” Justin suggested.

“Dya’ really think so?” Ed asked.

“By Our Lady,” said Justin. With some more practice tomorrow, I know you’ll do fine.”

After dinner that night, the players put on the first play. The audience clapped loudly, and when it was over Justin came forward and bowed to the table where the Rawlings, Thompson and Robinson families were sitting.

“Gentle folk,” he began, “thank you for showing you liked our play. We will be back tomorrow night, and possibly we will be able to introduce a surprise, an act that has never been before with this company, and perhaps never before in all of England.”

The audience was abuzz with curiosity, and Augustus (or Gus) Wheeler, the manager of the company, whispered to his son, “What are you talking about? I know of no new act.”

Justin whispered back, “Just trust me, Father.”

 That night in bed, Henry said to Ed, “I’m a little nervous about tomorrow.”

“Come here, Henry,” his friend replied. “I’ll give you something to stiffen your…er…your backbone.”

To be continued... 

Please let the author know if you haven’t figured out how Ed was able to give Henry some …courage.

Author’s Note: Details of the Battle of Naseby and other historical events are from wikipedia.org

Posted: 02/06/09