There are no female characters in this story - it's my fantasy, I can have an all-male world if I want ;-)
All the characters are 18 years of age or older.
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Calton Halvinsson could still taste both grooms' cum in his mouth as he rode his horse behind his tutor's mount. He knew his riding and fencing tutor, Lord Tabour d'Amourious, had seen him sucking off both men back at the stables before they'd left, and the fact that Tabour was pretending otherwise could mean one of two things – either the impoverished nobleman had been moved to speechless disgust at the sight, or else he was biding his time before pouncing on Cal's hot, available young body. Since Cal had seen the lust in the tutor's green eyes when they had mounted their horses and headed out, as well as a sizable bulge in Tabour's riding leather breeches, Cal was pretty sure it was just a matter of time before he got his first taste of noble dick.
The lightly wooded area they were riding through was familiar to them both – student and tutor rode variations of the same route every week in order to practice horsemanship on different terrain, while both grooms took an easier, shorter route to the clearing where Tabour later drilled Cal in fencing and unarmed combat. Cal licked his lips, thinking about being "drilled" in a different type of unarmed – or better yet, unclothed – combat.
'And if he doesn't give me what I want, I'll cut the lesson short and have both the grooms service me when we get back,' he promised himself. Cal had originally thought to have the two grooms help him force Tabour's cooperation in giving Cal the anal pleasure he craved, but as they set off he'd reconsidered – forcing a low-born Mathematics tutor to fuck him was one thing, but Tabour was a Master Swordsman, and might actually manage to defeat two unarmed men and a young stripling if attacked. Cal wasn't so hard up that he was willing to risk his smooth, young hide when he could settle for getting fucked by a pair of servants later.
However, Cal need not have worried; instead of leading the youth off to one of the many detours, Tabour directed him to head straight to the clearing with the grooms. As soon as they arrived and dismounted, Tabour turned to his student and commanded, "Strip, boy – show me what you've got for me!" Tabour's hands were busy undoing his sword-belt, absently handing the sheathed weapon to one of the grooms as he watched Cal eagerly shed his clothes.
As soon as the words reached Cal's ears he reached for his shirt's fastenings, practically ripping the lightweight material off his chest and arms. Then he bent down to unlace his riding boots – incidentally giving the groom standing behind him a good look at his rounded ass in his skintight breeches. Toeing off the thick leather footwear, Cal stopped a moment to calm down as he looked back at his horny tutor – there was a nice, pronounced ridge running down the right thigh of Tabour's riding leathers. Giving the nobleman a teasing smile, Cal slowly unfastened his breeches, taking his time undoing each button, exposing his smooth hips and his scant, copper-colored pubic hair, which was the same bright color as the curly mop on his head. When he exposed the base of his rigid cock, Cal couldn't resist reaching in and pulling the swollen 5.5 inch boydick out to stand proudly in the open air as he undid the final two buttons and released his hairless balls. He wasn't sure if it was because of all his recent sexual activities, or just a result of being a growing teenager, but Cal was sure his dick was bigger than it had been just a week before.
Turning to give Tabour the best possible view, Cal slowly lowered the stiff cloth down his thighs to puddle around his feet. Bending down, he took his time pulling his socks off, letting the men behind him take a good, long look at his firm asscheeks, flexing to let Tabour and the two grooms get a peek at his twitching, pink hole.
When Cal turned back around, he found his tutor with his shirt off, showing off a smooth, muscular chest and belly, with only a slight treasure-trail which began between his flat but muscular pecs and continued down past his navel to his exposed, swollen 8-inch studcock, which was standing proudly out of the open fly of his riding leathers. He also had the now-naked grooms attached to each of his nipples, with both hands pressing the men's heads to his chest while he watched his student's striptease. Unconsciously, Cal's hands rose to his own small, rosy nubs and tweaked them before sliding them down his belly to his pecker and dangling hairless balls.
Cal knew what the man was seeing – a shock of curly copper-colored hair above wide blue eyes and a pug nose, which made him look both younger and sweeter than he was; his body was lean, with just a hint of puppy-fat on his face, belly, hips and ass, which added to the illusion of child-like innocence; his cock was standing upright, a proud 5.5 inches of hot flesh, the blood throbbing through it turning it a dark red and making it bob rhythmically up and down to the beat of his racing heart.
Panting with desire, Tabour pulled the groom from his right tit by the hair and shoved him toward the tethered horses. "Unsaddle them. Then get one of the horse-blankets and my saddlebag," he ordered while he pushed the other groom off his left nip down to his rigid fuckpole. Turning back to Cal he ordered, "Turn around and show me that cunt again, boy!" Boldly, Tabour started thrusting his cock into the groom's slobbering mouth, "Show me how many fingers you can fit into that little pussy!"
By the time the first groom returned with Tabour's saddlebag, Cal had stuffed three spit-lubed fingers from his right hand while his left held his buttcheek aside to give his tutor a better view. "Spread the blanket on the grass," the nobleman said, shifting his grip from the sucking groom's hair to the sides of his head, pumping the man's face back and forth to meet his humping hips. "Now get the oil out of my saddlebag." Turning to Cal, Tabour ordered him to lie down on his back on the spread blanket.
When the groom pulled out a vial of popular fuck-lubricant, Cal wondered if Tabour was always so well-prepared, or if he'd somehow known about Cal's new favorite pastime. But then the groom was commanded to "Prepare that mare-boy's cunt for some good, long horsedicking" and Cal lost the ability for rational thought at the feeling of two thick, well-oiled fingers pushing all the way into his dilated hole, rubbing and stretching, getting him ready. Then the fingers pulled away and the mouth of the small bottle was pressed directly against Cal's anal lips as the groom gave his pussy a warm-up by fucking him with the inch-and-a-half-wide lube bottle.
Cal's hands leaped onto his throbbing pecker and he started tugging as though his life depended on it, his whole body focused on milking every possible iota of pleasure out of this experience. The fact that he had an audience made it even more delicious as he dug his heels into the blanket and shoved his clutching ass back at the diddling groom.
"That's enough – any more and the over-heated bitch will cum all by himself," Tabour predicted, seeing the copious amounts of free-flowing precum coating Cal's busy hands and the tightening of his balls, which clearly showed how close he was to blowing his load. "Each of you, grab hold of one of his hands and legs – give me a nice, wide target!"
The grooms hurried to obey the voice of authority, pinning Cal's hands to his sides and hoisting his legs in the air. The nobleman himself took a moment to savor the sight of his young pupil, lying on his back, sky-blue eyes glazed with wanton desire, naked and thoroughly spread, red boydick drizzling precum on his lightly defined ab-muscles, pink butthole pouting and dilating in clear invitation.
Tabour took his spit-dripping 8 inches in hand as he knelt in front of the beckoning boypussy and rubbed the broad head along the crack below the opening, adding the oil which had overflowed out of the youth to the spit and precum already coating his throbbing horsedick. Tabour teasingly ran the hot cockhead all around Cal's rim, letting the puckered lips grip at the glans for a moment before pulling back, making the boy whimper with frustrated lust – the grooms' hold on the boy's legs meant he couldn't move to follow with his yearning asshole. Tabour kept this up for a few more seconds – showing the boy just who was in charge of this fuck – before his own horny desire forced him to press his twitching dickhead firmly against Cal's buttring.
Bracing his hands on either side of Cal's shoulders, Tabour began a slow, steady pressure, his whole cockhead breaching the anal lips with only a little effort, and began to gradually press in the narrower stalk, "Oh, yeah! Nothing like fucking a hungry boypussy!" he smirked down at Cal's lust-flushed face as he continued to pump into the boy. "Had his coming-of-age party two weeks ago – I bet he hasn't stopped spreading these legs since his Daddy busted his cherry!" the nobleman's hips heaved forward hard as he spoke, shoving the remaining 5 inches of his engorged horsedick into the willing, gripping butthole. Taking a deep breath, Tabour visibly forced himself to slow down and make his hips pump in and out in a measured, controlled rate – if he let his horny imagination get away from him then this would be over far too soon.
But despite the gentle pace, within seconds Cal himself shot out a hot, heavy cumload all over his flat belly. He'd already been horny since sucking off the two grooms back at the stables; but the combination of the smooth, thorough shafting his riding tutor was subjecting him to and Tabour's deliciously shocking words sent Cal right over the edge. For a moment the forest clearing, the grooms and the riding tutor all faded away, leaving Cal lost in a fantasy of Daddy's hansom face distorted with lust as he loomed over his ecstatically helpless son, his thick, long paternal fuckpole ramming Cal's grateful boypussy into orgasm.
When his vision cleared, Cal saw the small, smug smile on his slowly-thrusting tutor's face. "Been in heat all day, haven't you, little filly? Need lots of good, hard horsecock up that cum-hungry hole, don't you?"
Before Cal had a chance to answer – assuming he could find the breath to answer – Tabour shifted his angle of penetration slightly, hitting Cal's prostate square-on with every hard in-thrust, rubbing the veiny shaft against it with every withdrawal. Within seconds Cal's body was wracked with another all-consuming orgasm. "Oooooohhhhhhh! Yeeeeeeeeeaaaaaah!"
Cal had already learned that boys his age only lasted a minute or two, but could re-load within seconds; low-born freemen were able for twenty minute fucks, and could recover within five minutes if properly motivated; and now he learned that noblemen could screw for hours, keeping themselves from cumming by knowing when to pull out and cool down for a while.
As soon as he felt Cal's asstunnel start its orgasmic dick-milking, Tabour heaved himself backwards, pulling his whole 8 inch length out of the moaning, twitching boy.
The groom on the right immediately rushed to fill the gaping void, dropping the leg he'd been supporting in his haste to reach Cal's wet, open asshole. The sudden lack of support overbalanced Cal, turning his body partway onto his right side. The second supporting groom merely shifted his hold on Cal's left calf so the fuckboy was now lying at a 90 degree angle to the kneeling groom who was on his knees between the youth's thighs, pumping and plowing his pliant, plush pussy.
A few minutes later the butt-pounding groom's grunts and groans showed that he was close to cumming. Tabour forced him out of Cal's slutty slot and shoved his own highborn fuckpole back in the reddened boycunt – Tabour may not have wanted to cum right away, but that didn't mean he wanted another man's sloppy seconds. At least not until after he'd emptied his own balls once or twice!
