Mates
By:
Will B
(© 2009 by the author)
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Longleaf Parish had gotten a new minister, Reverend Robert Hanson, who had earned the respect of the villagers and the friendship of Catherine Pratt, a lonely maiden of the Parish.
Chapter 9
It was a hot August night and Henry was trying to open a gate into the next field. Push as he might, he could not get the gate to budge. He wanted to reach the next field so badly. He felt as if something or things were around his waist, pulling him towards that other field. The field where he was cold and dark, but there was light and warmth in the next field. He thought he could hear the soft sighing of the breeze.
Suddenly…the barrier gave, and he was through. He was bathed in warmth, and he felt wonderfully relaxed and fulfilled. He could hear the soft sighing of….he wasn’t sure what it was, but now in the distance he could hear faint sounds of thunder. Maybe he … he should open his eyes. The thunder was a little louder, but the warmth and good feelings persisted.
Henry opened his eyes and saw the smiling face of Edward beneath his. “Hello, my dear,” said Edward. Henry realized that his nether regions were soaked. When he looked he saw that Ed’s lower body was coated in a delectable creamy substance. Ed had his legs wrapped around Henry’s body holding him close to his own.
The thundering changed to a loud knocking at the door, and the two youths, soaked in love’s liquid, heard the voice of Giles say, “Get up Master Ed and Henry. There’s a visitor from London, and he has important news.”
“We’ll be right there, Giles. Tell the visitor we’ll be right there,” Ed called through the door.
When Ed and Henry had hurriedly dressed, they went to the main hall of the manor and saw Cousin George from London.
“Hello, Cousin George. What brings you to Longleaf Manor in such a haste?” Ed asked.
“Edward, you and Henry have got to dress and come with me to London. Even now, Puritan Commissioners may be on their way here to arrest you and Henry.”
“What? Why? On what charges?” Edward demanded.
“Both of your fathers supported King Charles, and now there are some people who want to confiscate Longleaf Manor, and clap the two of you in the Tower of London—on charges of treason!” George replied.
“How much time do we have before we have to leave?” Ed asked.
“No more than two hours,” George said.
Not for nothing was Edward Robinson Lord of the Manor. With generations of men and women who were used to leading behind him, he looked at his friend and said, “Henry, would you go down to the church and ask Reverend Hanson and as many of the villagers as you see to come to the Manor right away?”
With a nod, Henry was gone. Ed looked at his cousin. “Cousin George, stay here and refresh yourself with some cold meat and ale. Alf will see to you.”
Alf nodded and Ed said to Giles, “Please bring four saddle bags up to my room. I’m going to pack what Henry and I will need for a trip to London.”
Giles said, “Yes,” and was out the door. Edward went to his room and set three sets of linen for him and three for Henry on the bed. He got three sets of braises for each and four shirts. He got two pair of breeches for each and set them in neat piles. When Giles brought the saddlebags, Ed quickly packed them, and asked Giles to take them to the stables and get two horses ready for them to ride.
Ed went to a cupboard and took a pouch with a strong cord, filled with money, and put it around his neck and under his shirt. He went downstairs to find that Henry had returned with Reverend Robert and twelve of the villagers.
Greeting them all, Ed stated, “Henry and I have to leave for London in a few minutes. I am asking my two very good friends, Alf and Giles, to look after the Manor while I am gone. Reverend Hanson, I leave the care of the people in your hands. I think it might be a good idea if you, Alf, Giles and four villagers make up a sort of Village Council to decide any issues that affect the entire village. Let the people of the village decide who their four representatives will be.”
Ed stopped until the talking from the crowd subsided. Then he said, “Alf, will you pack some meat and fruit for Henry, George and me to take on our trip?”
Alf went to the kitchen to get the provisions and Edward turned to face the people of his Manor and Village. “I don’t know how long we will be gone, but I will keep you in my prayers. God…Bless….,” but Ed could not go on. His throat tightened and his eyes began to tear up. He had a premonition he might never see this house, his village and these people ever again.
Straightening up, he went around the room, saying good-bye to each individual. ‘God keep you, Squire’ and ‘We’ll remember you in our prayers too,’ were some of the remarks the villagers made. When he got to Catherine Pratt, she just hugged him and said, “God keep you, Master Edward.”
All too soon, it was time to leave. Before they mounted their horses, Ed and Hank went to Alf and Giles and gave each of them a full hug. “Good-bye…, my… friends,” was all Edward could get out. Alf and Giles were openly crying.
Edward, Henry and Cousin George mounted and rode off toward London.
* * * * *
The journey to London was uneventful, but it took most of the day. As they rode into the city at 6:00 in the evening, all the bells of the city’s churches were ringing, but above them all was the sonorous voice of St. Paul’s.
“When I hear St. Paul’s bells, I feel I am truly home,” George said.
“Don’t the bells keep you awake at night?” Henry asked.
“No, I’m so used to them that I just sleep through them. I think I would be more disturbed if suddenly they stopped ringing.”
When they arrived at George’s chambers in the Inner Temple on Fleet St., the first thing they did was to take a meal of cold beef, pickled what?, cheese, ale and more ale. Then Ed and Henry fell asleep in a comfortable bed in George’s second best bed-chamber. It was a feather bed with furniture (hangings) with linen sheets and a damask counterpane.
The next morning George greeted them and surprised them with the news that he had arranged for them to lodge at a nearby tavern. “I’m afraid that once the Parliamentary commissioners learn you are no longer at Longleaf Manor. they may look for you here. These chambers will probably come under scrutiny. If you are at a tavern some blocks away you may escape detection.”
Ed looked downcast. “Will we ever be safe from arrest?”
“Cheer up, Ed,” said Henry. “We’re safe for now, and we’ll just have to trust your cousin George.”
And so, later that morning, George took the two youths to the tavern where he had arranged for them to stay. Imagine the boys’ surprise and delight when they arrived at The Juggler tavern, and found that it was owned and operated by ‘Gus’ Wheeler, who had formerly been the manager of the traveling players that had visited Longleaf some time ago. At forty-three, he was a strong vigorous man who ran his busy tavern extremely well.
“I’m delighted to see you, my friends,” he said, smiling as he shook their hands. “Here are my sons Justin and Dustin who help me.”
Justin was now eighteen and had grown to be a handsome man with a wide grin and a muscular body. His brother Dustin, at seventeen, was almost as tall as his brother, and perhaps a little more serious in manner. He too was handsome and both of them had turned the heads of many a wench in the neighborhood—but they generally didn’t take notice of the lasses, but they did take quite a bit of notice of the lads!
“Good morrow, Edward and Henry. It’s good to see you again,” Justin said.
“It sure is,” added Dustin.
“Now my fine young gentlemen, I thought that instead of taking you as paying guests, I would employ you two young lads to help in the stables and wait on tables when we are busy. If you are just two more employees, nobody will pay attention to you. Does that sound like a good idea?” Gus asked.
“I think it’s an excellent idea,” said George. “After all, nobody really pays attention to the servants, waiters or stable boys.”
Ed looked a little more cheerful than he had for some time. “I think I would like to help with the horses. Henry and I often worked with Alf and Giles at the Manor.”
“One more thing,” added Gus. Justin and Dustin sleep in the room over the stables. There are two large beds in the room, and you young lads would have some privacy. Of course you would take your meals in the kitchen of the tavern, but you will be out of sight of the guests most of the time.”
“I think Mr. Wheeler has found just the right solution,” George said. “Does this all sound like a good idea to you?”
“Oh, yes,” said Henry, and Ed agreed.
Ed and Henry were shown to their new quarters over the stable. The room was light and airy, and the bed they were given was comfortable with several blankets. There was no fireplace because open fires could not be permitted in a stable. Those blankets would keep them warm—and as Ed thought to himself, ‘Henry and I will keep each other warm—oh yes, we will!’
The boys settled into their new routine of helping in the stables in the mornings, and waiting on tables in the tavern’s dining room in the afternoons or evenings. Gus Wheeler saw that they were not worked any harder than was good for them; he saw that they got plenty of good food, and suspecting that Ed and Henry might want some time alone, he arranged the schedules so that if Justin and Dustin worked the afternoon shift, Ed and Henry worked the evenings. Or if Justin and his brother were working in the evenings, Ed and Henry waited tables in the afternoon.
Twice a week Cousin George would come to take his evening meal at the tavern. If Ed and Henry were not on duty he would give Justin or Dustin a note to give the boys.
August slipped away and September came and went, and then October blew in with thunderstorms that sent lashings of rain beating against the closed shutters of the room over the stables.
November 4th was Guy Fawkes Night and there were many parties to celebrate the escape of King James from being blown up with the houses of parliament.
When Ed and Henry came up the steps to their room, they found Justin and Dustin there with a keg of ale, some cold chicken and some pastries that the brothers had brought up from the kitchen.
“We’ve been thinking that we might have our own party,” Justin said.
Dustin chimed in, “Yes, and we have a little surprise for you two. We hope you like it. Heh! heh!”
“But first,” said Justin, “let’s have some ale—and why don’t we get comfortable and take off our shirts and our leggings? We’ll be more comfortable in just our braies.”
So the four friends set about demolishing the food and downing several mugs of ale, each.
When they had finished, Justin said, “Now Ed and Henry, we know that you two like to pleasure each other, just as Dustin and I do. So, Dustin and I have thought of a way we can all have fun together.”
“Waddaya mean?” Henry asked. “All of us together?”
“Just watch us and follow our instructions,” Dustin said.
Justin brought a stool to the middle of the room, and then he slowly and sensuously slid Dustin’s braies down over his hips so that Dustin’s manhood was revealed in the candlelight. Justin pulled Dustin into a hug and kissed him on the lips, on the ear, on the shoulders, and then on the nipples. While he was doing this, Dustin was sliding his brother’s braies over his hips and down to the floor.
Now the two young men were buck-naked and their respective organs of pleasure were fully aroused.
“Now you two undress each other,” Justin ordered.
Perhaps it was the ale. Perhaps it was the sight of the two studs naked and aroused. Perhaps it was their own pent-up feelings of lust, but Ed and Henry followed suit. They were now naked and their man-poles were standing straight up.
Justin sat on the stool and pulled Dustin towards him. “Turn around, brother. I want to lick it.”
Ed and Henry watched, fascinated, as Justin lightly, delicately, deliciously, seductively, slowly, lasciviously licked Dustin’s ass crack, and then—spread Dustin’s ass cheeks apart and drove his tongue right to the opening of his brother’s anal canal.
“Aaahhhh,” moaned Ed. “I’d like to do that to you….”
“Only if I can do the same to you,” Henry replied.
Again they turned to watch the Wheeler brothers. Dustin straddled Justin’s legs, facing him, and then slowly….slowly… ever so slowly, lowered himself so that Justin’s meat entered his ‘back door.’ Dustin gave a loud sigh of pleasure.
“Now,” said Justin, “the two of you come and stand, one on each side of us. Ed and Henry did as they were told, and while Dustin rode up and down on Justin’s shaft he turned his head and kissed the tip of Ed’s prick. Justin turned his head and licked Henry’s helmet.
The two brothers used their free arms to pull the two younger boys to them. They began to lick, kiss, and suck the cock-heads of the two lads and then they each took the organ into their mouths as deeply as possible.
Just as Ed and Henry thought they were ready to come, Justin and Dustin pulled back from the pre-cum coated organs and … with a smile and a wink at the boys each had been sucking, they…switched partners. Now Justin was sucking Ed’s cock and Dustin was doing the same for Henry.
All too soon the four young men each enjoyed one of the most glorious ejaculations they had ever experienced. Justin and Dustin’s mouths and chins were covered with the glorious liquor of lust, Dustin’s love canal had a new coat of ‘whitewash’ and Justin’s stomach and chest were decorated with Dustin’s ejaculatory offering.
Well, how was that?” Justin asked.
“I don’t know,” said Ed, “I think all I can say is “Oh, FUCK!” That was just….just… WONDERFUL!”
“It was a wonderful fuck for me, too,” Henry said, grinning widely.
* * * * *
The next morning, Ed and Henry were mucking out the stables, when Henry suddenly said, “Ed, there’s something I’ve got to say, now, while Justin and Dustin aren’t around.”
“What’s that, Henry?”
“Well…., it’s about last night. It was a lot of fun and all, but…, but….”
“But?” asked Ed, looking at him with one eyebrow raised.
“Oh, Ed, don’t laugh at me, but…, well…., Justin and Dustin are great guys, but…., you’re the only one I want to be with. With them it was just sex, but with you…, well, I love you!”
“I’m not laughing, Henry, because I feel the same way about you. You are the one I want to have as my partner, in every sense of the word.”
The two young lovers moved towards each other and would have kissed, when the stable door opened, and Gus Wheeler’s voice could be heard, “Ed, Henry. Cousin George is here. You’d better come.”
To be Continued...
E’s Comment: The guys are certainly having some interesting experiences. What news does Cousin George have now?
Posted: 04/03/09