It was one of those damp cold dreary evenings that Britons know to be so frequent in their early winter, when Floin was escorted from training camp common barracks to the Spartan but warm hut of the training commander. He had been complimented well for so quickly taking to the soldierly arts. He hoped that this would be the night that he would be paired off with a brusque experienced soldier to be mated with until one or the other was killed in battle.
He was fascinated with the commander, for he was a color of dark burnished ebony or mahogany. He was probably a little shorter than was customary among soldiers, but with muscles and stretched limbs, tight with bristling energy. His comrades related that their leader hailed from a Numidian tribe of Africa who had been loyal to Hannibal in the Punic Wars of hundreds of years earlier. After the defeat of the Carthageneans, they vowed that they and their descendants would always come to the aid of peoples anywhere who resisted the heavy yoke of Roman oppression. This exotic foreigner was evidently greatly skilled and would order his student inferiors in a thick accent, words often interspersed with Latin and other unknown languages.
In fact, Floin took an interest in many of the other soldiers in encampment ~ interests and attractions that were unknown to him until that remarkable night at the famous stone circle only weeks earlier. It pleased him to catch brief sight of the exposed buttocks, lingums, and stones of his colleagues as they bathed briefly in the frigid waters of the nearby creeks and rivers. Some would wink back at him, knowing of the profoundly magical and transformative ritual that switched Floin to prefer men in pursuits of fleshly pleasure.
Instead of introductions in the company of a small party, Floin was astonished to enter through the low opening and stand to be greeted by the commander alone, not wearing a stitch of any garb. It was a very pleasing image for him although soon he learned that it would not be the company commander with whom he would be paired. "Welcome my novice friend and warm yourself by the fire." The commander was seated smiling in his chair by the fire that burned in the center of his hut. "No doubt you are perplexed by my nakedness. Sit by the fire and learn of my intentions for you, and my privileges as your commander." Floin crouched by the hearth.
"I will soon introduce you to a fine soldier and veteran of past conflicts. You will be his wife, but he will also provide you personal instruction for the field of battle. But as part of my agreements of training command with the fighting Britons, I can choose which soldiers to couple with and what women who live in near villages who suit my fancy. " The naked dark man winked and continued a beaming grin. "I have chosen to sample you before I pair you off to a mate. No one, man or woman, has yet complained of my exploits to date. You Britons enjoy your pleasures of the flesh unreservedly. I can see you do novice, with your eyes so intent on my lingum." The naked camp commander opened his legs and thrust his seat forward some in his chair to better expose his well formed man parts. Floin understood the gesture and eagerly placed himself seated on the floor facing the naked man, to intimately acquaint himself with the pursuit of such available flesh in such ways for the first time. With exploring fingers and hands he was able to arouse the exposed lingum to a proud raging horn in seconds. He was enervated by the pulsing heat of the living sasparilla root that twitched and flinched in his grasp.
His own horn throbbed with fervent desires in his soldier's garment. He licked and suckled about the horn's meaty texture,so firm in the long shaft, and more tender at the large head. With the salty ointment that leaked from the man slit, its saucy flavor compared favorably to the swelling lips of Gwyneth's yoni. He was astonished that it had taken to this late time in his youth before he would appreciate such a magical delight, one that he would hunger for increasingly in future days.
The lean naked man moaned his approval of Floin's attentions and intermittently gently direct Floin's head down to be attentive with flicking tongue of the impressive walnuts that hung so langorously from his fulsome man sac. "Oh, my eager suckling friend, I know that in your vigors you would wish to taste my seed in my climax, but I would choose to enter you and sample your man yoni while my loins are still hot with lust. Remove your soldier's garment and lie back on my sleeping satchel, naked and available for my advances."
Floin was eager to comply. It pleased him to be watched as he stepped from his garment to reveal himself in his natural state, his own impressive horn swaggering with desire. At the intensely pleasurable suggestion of the moment, his "yearning cunt" squirmed with the need to be prodded open by insistent man flesh as he reclined and lay back on the satchel. He savored the moment when his now very personal but empty vessel would be filled and pumped by another's heated man flesh , for the first time since that night of great ritual at Stonehenge just weeks before. He threw up his legs and held them at the back of his knees so that his backside pucker was open and available in bawdy invitation.
The still seated man beamed and laughed at the gesture of such willing lascivious contact. "You prove my point that you Britons are always eager and ready in your engagements of flesh and pleasure." In truth, he found Floin's form to be very exciting. He relished the idea of rubbing against this young soldier's obviously toned flesh and the abundance of hairs that sprung from his chest and mid-section. Those hairs that sprung in a circle around his deep-set navel and led in a narrow trail to plunge into a mature thicket of man bush sprouting even from the base of a thick proud horn, were so sensually pleasing to look at, he became giddy with desire.
The dark commander stood to lay himself on top of the white skinned soldier at his disposal, to feel the warmth and glow of his firm body and embrace him for a deep kiss. This was an art of magic for which Floin was well versed. He knew how to move his lips and tongue to affect the greatest pleasure. The kisses spread to necks, shoulders, chests, and nipples. Embracing hands explored thighs, firm buttocks and man parts. They found themselves with Floin's legs raised and his posterior up and available once again. The dark man covered the length of his horn with spittle and tickled Floin's squirning pucker with more yet. At last, Floin felt the pressure against his most intimate portal and felt the slightly cramping but nonetheless exquisite sensation of his backside tunnel have to stretch and open to grip the meaty heated horn advancing to its hilt up into needful bowels and visceral vitals beyond. Immediately the dark man who hovered over him began to stroke and Floin swooned to be pummeled so in the fitful ravishing. He unabashedly groaned and yelped his pleasure with the sharp impacts of each forward stroke. The commander moaned with the delight of the firm grip of moist spasming man yoni against his hungering horn.
Floin was completely naked, helpless, and vulnerable to his superior's fierce lusts and yet he never felt so alive, never so bathed in the spirit of the gods and spirits as he was to that point. Floin was wrestled about without ever being completely detached from his pursuer. His legs were shuffled about and sometimes he was on his back, sometimes supine on his side, and sometimes facing down. Finally, while on his back and posterior raised, his partner in pursuit kneeling while pumping him, picked up the pace with great fierceness. and grabbed Floin's horn with one hand to stroke with a firm grasp. He could feel the heat and tension build quickly in his stones, loins and the root of his horn, and yet his partner was reaming him to the point where he thought his insides would tear open. He could not help himself. He felt eruption of his loins and a blast of wet seed burst through the length of his horn and heatedly shoot from its small but flexed opening. Beyond his own scream of pleasure he heard his partner yell out the conviction of his own climax and Floin felt the flood of a great increment of wet seed squirt deep into his vitals. Surely this was the most splendid association between men ever devised by the gods. Floin silently offered a short prayer of fervent thankfulness for the inclination and opportunity to participate. The groans of passion abated and the two naked men of rugged build settled to heavy breathing, warm embraces, and intimate appreciative kisses.
Finally Floin's superior in training spoke. "You are very excelled in the arts of coupling, Floin of the east. I see that the priest at Stonehenge worked his magic on you very well. I would take you for my wife myself, but there is a soldier who is more deserving than I who is in need of one to fulfill her wifely duties." This time the commander smiled to himself. "Besides, there is a young lieutenant of mine who has fallen in love with a prostitute in one of the nearby villages. His wife has relied on me to fill the void of a husband's coldness and she would be very jealous if I were take on a handsome soldier for a wife of my own."
Floin switched to a more serious topic. "Why would I have to be the wife in this arrangement of men as a couple?"
