Mates

By: Will B
(© 2009 by the author)

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Ed, Henry, and Cousin George were taken to meet King Charles I on the morning he was to be executed.  The King gave each of them a button from his shirt as a memento before he stepped out on the balcony of the Banqueting Hall of White Hall Palace to meet his fate.

Chapter 12

When the three got back to their room, Miles invited George to visit with him in his quarters.

A heavy rain had begun to fall, but the room was snug and warm. Shutters and heavy curtains blocked drafts from the window, and a charcoal brazier burned enough charcoal to keep the room warm—but there were still enough drafts that the charcoal did not burn all the oxygen out of the air.

Ed and Henry were cold and nearly in tears as they thought about their meeting with the King. They decided to go to bed, so they took off their damp clothes and got beneath the covers. They turned to each other to hold each other as they drifted off to sleep, but their bodies had other ideas.

As they lay in bed, their cocks began to become engorged with blood, and to rise to a state of ‘erection perfection.’ Soon the two organs were dueling with each other, pushing and rubbing against each other. Henry’s hands began to caress Ed’s shoulders and his chest, lightly flicking Ed’s brown nipples, which became hard as rocks. Ed’s lips started to kiss and lick Henry’s ears, chin and then his lips.

The rain came down heavier than before, but the force of the rain was as nothing compared to the force of the passionate love the two young men felt for each other.

Henry reached down and grasped both cocks in his hand so that he could rub them together in some kind of rhythm. Ed moaned in pleasure as he continued to kiss Henry’s lips and then invade his lover’s oral orifice with his own marauding tongue.

Thunder rumbled in the air, but it was a gentle hum compared to the rumbling in Henry’s voice as he pulled back and looked at his lover and said, “Ed, I want you in me. I want your organ in my arse. I want you to fill me with your creamy man-seed. I want you. I love you so much!”

Ed replied, “I love you, too, Henry, my sweet. After I fill you with my love, I want you to return the favor. Invade me, fill me, fuck me!”

 Henry lay on his back and raised his legs, strong and muscular and covered with that fine hair that Ed loved to caress, into the air. Ed knelt down and began to lick and kiss Henry’s orbs of pleasure, and then lick that precious area between Henry’s balls and the beginning of Henry’s ass crack.

Henry raised his body a little higher, and Ed began to lick the valley that led to Henry’s cave-mouth. When he reached the opening to that wonderful tunnel, Ed used his tongue to moisten the opening. He pushed in with his tongue until he reached Henry’s ring.

Rain lashed against the windows, but Henry was lashing his head from side to side as he was lost in the passion—the love—the heart-searing love of the moment.

“Aaaaagggh! Aaaaahhhh! Deeper!” he managed to say. Henry was so eager to feel Ed’s cock moving into his body he could hardly think, let alone talk. He just wanted Ed’s penis to penetrate him, penetrate him as deeply as it could.

As if reading his mind, Ed pulled back and prepared to use his cock for the purpose he felt for which it had been created. Henry’s pucker was twitching and winking as if to say, “Come in, lover. Come in and fill me with your love! Oh, come in now.”

Ed pushed his helmet-tipped shaft against Henry’s sphincter and with very little resistance he was in, into Ali Baba’s cave of treasure. Ed pushed, and Henry pushed back. Ed was now so deeply sunk into that pit of pleasure, all he could think was “Oh, fuck! Fuck! FUCK!”

Ed paced himself so that he would not ejaculate too soon, but just as bolts of lightning flashed across the sky, Ed’s legs began to tingle, and the sensation moved up to his balls, and then…, and then…., and THEN! Oh, God, such sweet release! Ed shot his liquor of love into Henry’s innermost being, and at the same time, Henry ejaculated so hard that he coated his chest and face and neck and shoulders with his own cream.

The two lovers looked at each other with such combined wonder and joy and awe on their faces, it was as if they had never really looked at each other before.

Then Ed licked up as much of Henry’s cream as he could and deposited it in his lover’s mouth.

Smiling down at his partner, his life’s companion, his LOVE, Ed said, “Now, Henry, use your own cream to lubricate my opening, and then, my one, my only, love, I want you to ram your lovely meaty shaft into my body and I want you to take me. Shake me! Make me your slave.”

With that, Ed leaned down and licked Henry’s cock dry, and then he kissed, caressed, and nipped Henry’s lower abdomen and upper legs.

Ed lay on his back and raised his legs and said, “Henry, fill me with your shaft. Thrill me. Take me. Coat my insides with your honey. Just give it to me as hard and fast and as full as you can.”

Henry bent down and used his tongue to moisten Ed’s crack, and his pucker. Something came over Henry, and he began to moan and growl like an animal. His licks became little nips and he growled all the more.

“Want….to… eat….your ass….Want to …take…all… of you …in…my mouth. .. Want to ….”

Henry could say no more. He drove his own man-pole at Ed’s opening as if he were the battering ram and Ed’s anal opening were the castle gate. So hard did Henry assault his love’s opening that Ed had a momentary grimace of pain, but Henry was in! He had forced open the ‘castle gate,’ and the treasure was all his.

Although it was his second ejaculation of the morning, it was as wonderful as the first.

“Mine. All mine, this treasure is all mine,” Henry moaned to himself.

 But Ed heard him and said, “No, the pleasure is mine too.”

Finally the two lovers drifted off to sleep to the sound of the rain pouring down, and with the memory of that passionate lovemaking causing them to smile as they….slowly… drifted….off …..to……..sleep.

Down the hall, Miles poured George a glass of ale, and said, “Drink this, George. It’ll keep the chill out, and the Good Lord knows we’ve had enough chills this morning.”

“Thank you, Miles. This ale is delicious...I must say. Miles, I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a jailer who treated his prisoners the way you’ve treated Edward, and Henry, and myself.”

“George, we … I don’t know how to say this, but … those two young men remind me of my own sons, who would be their age if they had not died in the plague, and you… you have shown me that there are men of honor and integrity even in the Royalist party.”

After a few moments of sipping the ale, warming themselves by the fire and enjoying two meat pies that Dame Thomas had brought in, Miles continued.

“I have a cousin living in Maryland, Christopher Godwin. He is also a blacksmith, and he runs a tavern in a small community in southern Maryland. He and his wife Sarah have no children, and he recently wrote me asking me to find some men who would come to Maryland as indentured servants.”

“How does this affect us?” George asked.

“Ah ha! I’ll tell you. He wants two young men 16 or 17 years old to help him with his tavern and blacksmithing—and he wants someone to act as his clerk or secretary.”

“I begin to see where this is going,” said George.

“Cousin Christopher has sent me a power of attorney authorizing me to find three likely young men, bind them over to serve Christopher in Maryland for five years. At the end of that time, they would be free men, and Lord Baltimore has promised each indentured servant 50 acres of land at the end of their term of service. Do you think you and the lads would be interested?” Miles said with a smile.

“We have to get out of England, and you’re telling me we have a chance to start a new life and eventually become free men and landowners? Am I interested?” George said with a grin. “Well, …. I don’t know…. I’ll have to think about it!….. Very well, I have thought about it, and I say YES!”

“What about Ed and Henry?” Miles pondered.

“I think that as long as they are together, they will agree to it,” said George. “They are devoted to each other, you know.”

“We’ll have the boys come to dinner this evening and I’ll have the papers ready,” Miles said.

When George had talked to his young charges, they were delighted to be going to a new land, and so, that evening, the three men were escorted to Miles’ rooms, where Mrs. Thomas had prepared a delicious meal of meat pies, salad, apple tart, and ale. After the meal, Miles showed his guests three copies of the indenture, or contract, that they would be signing. Each person would sign two copies—one for himself to keep, and one to be filed in the London Guild Hall.

The documents read as follows:

London….. [space for the date]…. Be it remembered that ……[name]…. of ….. [home parish]…in the county of ……, and by indenture bearing the above date, herewith agree to serve….[name of master]….of ……., or his assigns for five years in Maryland, ands doth hereby declare himself to be of the age of sixteen or upwards, to be a single person, and no Apprentice, nor Covenant, nor Contracted Servant to any other Person or Persons, and the said Master doth hereby Covenant at his own Cost, to send the said servant to Maryland, and at the like cost to find him all necessary Clothes, Meat, Drink, Washing, and Lodging, as other Servants in such cases are usually provided for and allowed.

Miles had filled in his name and asked the three if they were ready to sign.

They were ready, and each one picked up the quill pen and signed his name to the two documents.

“Now, my friends, I know of a ship sailing for Maryland in two days’ time, and I have spoken to the captain. He is willing to take three passengers for a fee, and I have paid half the fee, and will pay him the rest when we arrive at dockside.”

After a final glass of ale, the three went back to their room to consider what and how to pack, and to dream of the new life that beckoned.

To be continued...

Historical note: Contracts were often called indentures because two copies were made side by side on a sheet of vellum or parchment and then cut apart in a jagged or indented line. If ever there was a dispute over the terms of the bargain the two parties had to bring the two pieces together and make sure the indentations fit into each other.

E’s comment:  I can hardly wait to see what lies in store for the guys during their transit across the Atlantic and subsequent arrival on the shores of Maryland..

Posted: 05/01/09