Foreplay: In most of my stories I try to keep the action within the realms of possibility. This story stretches reality well into the realms of fantasy, but if it works for you then do please consider a 5*. All characters depicted within are over 18.
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"Mom, I'm just going for a walk to the castle ruins," said Josh. It was a lovely day to grab some fresh air, studies temporarily on hold. He had some research work to do during the study break but the walk would help him concentrate later.
"OK, have fun!" his mom's stock answer. Josh had often opted to be on his own. His love of sport meant he could have the pick of a dozen girls, but right then he was only interested in one. Kisses? Yes he'd had plenty of kisses. Stinkies? Occasionally but that's as far as it went. Blowjobs? He'd scored the winning goal for his college first team in several matches and there was always at least one fervent female fan who showed him how good that was, and once, as a very special birthday 'thank you', he'd been smuggled into the girls changing room so the cheerleaders could help him celebrate. However, the crux of the problem was he was still, at 20 years old, a virgin.
Joshua - Josh to all who knew him - was undoubtedly popular. He studied hard and played hard, almost picking up Head Boy status in his final year at school. He'd narrowly missed out on that honour because he was sometimes rather shy, especially with the girls.
You could say that several of the girls in his year were frustrated. Mostly after a few drinks at parties he'd had his hand down panties, he'd kissed, groped, got hard, sucked tits and cunnied, been wanked and fellated, but ... and this was a crucial but, he was a virgin. Josh would say that the right girl hadn't come along and maybe that was true, but his baby cannon hadn't yet been fired into any girl's love cave
Something caught his eye and he bent to pick up the shiny bright object in the heathland grass, possibly the ugliest kind of grass he'd ever seen; rough, broad leaved, growing in an almost lifeless soil. Gorse, a shrub that attacked you with its vicious spines if you got too near its beautiful yellow flowers, was one of the few plants that grew on the heath.
He'd seen horses grazing there a few days earlier and the brightly coloured gypsy caravans nearby. They were, he supposed, on their way to the annual meet at Appleby. The annual horse fair had been held there, for many generations, in early June. Josh and many others kept a wide berth when the gypsies were around, although their stay was usually only a couple of days when they were travelling to Appleby. Little by little they would meet together, travelling from all parts of the United Kingdom, and progress in groups to their destination.
Josh almost missed the bright shiny whatever-it-was laid in the long grass, but it had glinted in the sun. He looked at the object, about the size of a British 2 pence coin, around an inch in diameter - but shiny, not dulled by oxidisation. There was some kind of Celtic symbol on one side and a picture of, he thought maybe, a gypsy man on the other. There was a hole, large enough to thread a narrow chain through, near the top of the coin or token or whatever it was. The gypsy man had an odd expression on his face. Josh couldn't say why he thought this - just that it looked, well, 'odd'. He put the object in his jeans pocket, intending to search the Web when he got home, to see if he could identify what it was.
He followed the rugged path, gradually climbing up a gentle hill, the same as he did many days, weather and gypsies permitting. From the top of the rise he would sit, if the grass was dry, and enjoy the view. Looking to the west, where the sun set, he could see over miles of farmland. To the east there was the city centre, the cathedral and town hall clock spires enabling him to locate smaller buildings nearby. To the south, on a clear day, he could make out the cooling towers of a power station, again many miles away.
At the top he rested, sat on the dry grass, to take in his usual view. Although the day was pleasantly hot, Josh couldn't understand a gentle warmth also coming from his pocket. He took the charm - for it was, he thought, not a coin or token - out of his pocket and held it in his hand again. Strange, it was cool and not warm at all. It was still shiny and on further inspection the odd facial expression seemed to one of an intense look and a slight smile. Perhaps, Josh reflected, the man was rather small and maybe a dwarf or something similar. He put the charm back in his pocket and sat admiring the view and trying to pick out places he knew.
The warmth began again, but this time a glowing feeling crept further up his leg, similar to but not as intense as mild sunburn. He tried to concentrate on it to understand what the feeling was. As he did so, the warm glow moved even further, to his groin, to his testicles and into his cock. In fact, Josh found, the more he concentrated the better it felt. It was odd, very odd but that's just how it was. Anyone who had seen him staring at the zipper of his pants might well have wondered what he was doing, but once his gaze was fixed he simply didn't want to look away. The reason? Because the glow was now slowly ebbing away, but as it ebbed he felt his cock swelling, as if he had been looking at a porn movie, or a girl, or ...
All of a sudden thoughts of Ashleigh flashed into his mind. Ashleigh was in the same college year as he. He'd been chatting her up for a few weeks and the day before he'd asked her out. He didn't have a chance, he thought. Ashleigh was a stunner, a raven haired stunner, with tits, butt, waist, legs. She was 100% sex on legs. She hadn't said 'no' but had somehow manoeuvred their chat around to some other subject. "I'll ring you," she'd said, but girls often did that without any intention of doing so.
Josh sat, eyes closed, picturing Ashleigh in his head. It was easy, he had done it before. All he had to do was think about any girl, close his eyes and focus. Today it was Ashleigh, last week it was his sister, next week it could be someone else, but just right now it was Ashleigh, mentally undressing her in his mind, causing his ... hell, his cock was absolutely rigid and he felt was going to shoot. He quickly opened his eyes, the familiar view of his home city replaced the undressed body of Ashleigh. His spontaneous erection slowly subsided. Josh shook his head, took in several gulps of fresh air, got up and walked back home.
About a mile or so back towards home, Josh heard his phone ring, it was Ashleigh:
"Hi Josh," she said, "I've kept meaning to call you and a few minutes ago I suddenly remembered. I'm sorry I didn't give you a straight answer."
"That's OK," answered Josh, "Strangely enough I was just thinking about you, too."
"Listen, Josh, I'll be in the Golden Goblin tonight, around half seven, with a few other girls from college. Join us if you want."
"Sure. See you there."
"OK, bye Josh, see ya, mwah!"
"Bye." Was that a kiss at the end? Certainly sounded so, thought Josh. Wow.
He'd almost forgotten the charm while walking back, but now it warmed and pulsed inside his pocket. Funny, he thought, it hadn't pulsed before - or at least he hadn't noticed, and hadn't it just started as Ashleigh was speaking? The warmth, as before, had spread until it was just a warm glow, a comforting glow ... to his cock. Hell, he'd only been on the phone to Ashreigney a few seconds and he was getting a boner again. This time his erection made him feel good, the glow from the charm kinda tingling as well, radiating throughout his body, a sort of goosebumps feeling with a butterfly sensation. He felt horny and there was only one thing to do.
Ashleigh couldn't understand the buzz that talking to Josh had given her. Maybe, she thought, she had real feelings for him. In fact, what the hell, she just had to sit down and relieve that feeling ... fuck, she was horny as hell and her fingers dipped in her honey pot and frantically rubbed at her clit. Less than a minute later she climaxed.
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"You've been a while," said his mom as he walked through the door. "Did you have a good walk?"
"Yes," Josh replied, "But I'm busting," and he made his way to the bathroom before his mother noticed the bulge. Not for a pee, though; he badly needed to fix his iron rod erection and it took him just a couple of tugs, his cum erupting with such force that he needed several sheets of tissue to mop it all up. Wow.
"Is that better?" his mom smiled as she spoke. Josh wondered if his face was red, a nervous guilt making it shine.
"I guess I should have gone before I left," he replied. Then changing the subject, "I found this," he said, producing the coin /token /charm from his pocket. It still felt slightly warm, though his mom made no comment as she examined it.
"It looks like some kind of lucky charm," she said, "Maybe to be worn on a fine gold chain. Perhaps the chain snapped and the charm fell off into the grass."
"It was on the heath, on the way to the castle ruins. I thought maybe one of the gypsies had lost it," Josh explained.
"The last lot moved on some days ago and I doubt they'll be back for a while," thought his mom. "It may well be worth keeping. The gypsies rely on a lot of folklore passed down from generation to generation and the charm may have some history. Judging by the condition I'd say it's gold, which doesn't tarnish like an alloy would."
"I'll go see if I can find anything about on the Web," said Josh, and he dashed upstairs.
Linda, Josh's mother, couldn't explain how she'd suddenly felt ... how could she explain? Suddenly proud of Josh? Really happy that he was her son? She loved him? All three, all at one time. Yes, she thought; happy, proud and that she loved her son, a motherly love that no-one could take away. She felt a pleasant shiver pass through her, making her feel good.
