Rolf stood over his father watching him repair the raised channel that diverted some of the water from the creek to the shop. Their dwelling and nearby shop lay just outside the village to be closer to the creek and to keep the smoke from their fires out of the village. Dieter, his father, was a blacksmith, the only one in the valley and within a two day’s ride. It gave him plenty of work, and thus a steady income of coin or other payment. Livestock, eggs, or grain were often payment received, for coin was hard to come by in the remote region.
“Hand me the rope,” said Dieter, one hand holding the channel together and the other reaching back blindly for the rope.
Rolf laid the coil of small rope in the outstretched hand thankful he could be some assistance. He was the youngest, with two older brothers, Amery and Elias, and an older sister, Lieken. Amery and Elias worked in the shop, side by side with their father, hammering the hot metal into tools and weapons. Rolf had no interest in such labors, nor did he have the skill the others possessed. Instead of laboring away in the shop, he preferred roaming the forest, strolling along the banks of the creek, or exploring some new area with his friend, Boris. While out on his own, he dreamed of living in a city where he could get an education at one of the monastery schools or a private tutor. He would have a noble profession, maybe a book seller or an apothecary, selling cures and treatments. He pictured such a life, and in each scenario, he pictured this life with Boris.
Rolf tried not to think of Boris when he was around others, none more so than his mother and father. He feared they could look upon his countenance and see what he was thinking. He knew it was immoral in the eyes of the church, but there was much about the church he disagreed, and how he longed for more with Boris was just one more rejection of its teaching. But he lived among those that held firmly to the teachings and he knew for as long as he lived in the village, he had to take great care. It was easy enough since he had no idea if Boris shared his feelings. There had been no hints. Not even a casual touch or a caress of the skin between them.
Instead, they would wrestle at times, exerting themselves until sweaty trying to pin the other to the ground. Rolf lost most often, for he found being beneath Boris such a pleasure he grew erect and would have to do something to hide its tenting of his trousers. He knew Boris considered it just a challenge between two boys, but to Rolf it was a contact he relished. The feel of a hand holding him down, or a hot exhale against his neck, or a knee wedged up between his legs, pushing against his ass.
“Okay son, open the dam and let’s see if this fixes it,” said Dieter as he stood to his feet.
Rolf went to the small plank used to dam the channel. He lifted it out of its slot and watched the diverted water run down the channel, over the repaired section onward to the shop.
“That’s got it,” said Dieter, smiling with his successful repair.
“Can I be excused? Boris is waiting for me. We’re going fishing.”
“Yes, yes, go, go. And try to catch enough for supper,” Dieter exclaimed before turning to head back to the shop.
The next day, rain set in. At times it fell heavily from the sky, ponding water in every depression and made the small stream turn into a roiling river, nearly coming out of its banks. For three days it rained off and on, and in between it still drizzled or misted down, keeping everything wet. On the fourth day, the morning looked to be a continuation of the previous three days, but the wind picked up and by midday the clouds parted letting the sun shine through. Throughout the village, the people came out, checking crops, livestock, or just to feel the sun against their skin.
Rolf was among them. He ventured down to the swollen creek and watched the roiling waters carry limb and other debris downstream. He then headed to the village to look for Boris. Following the road, stepping around puddles and over washed out areas cutting across it, he came upon Petra and Ada, two of Boris’ sisters.
“Do you know where Boris might happen to be?” Rolf asked.
“He went up Gray Mountain to check the traps for father,” replied Ada.
Rolf saw the look from Petra, a longing to connect with him he could not return, so he faced Ada, avoiding eye contact.
“Did he go the Wolf Trail or the Lynx Trail?”
“How should I know,” Ada replied.
“Well…thanks,” Rolf replied, and he raced toward the path that led to Gray Mountain not looking back, knowing Petra would be watching him.
Rolf worked his way up Lynx Trail, chosen for he knew Boris’s father and older brother talked of trapping on it more often than Wolf Trail. It wound up the side of the mountain, crossing streams and working around rock outcroppings. Along the way he passed a few traps, each empty and freshly baited, and knew Boris had to be up ahead.
He followed the meandering trial up the side of the mountain stepping around puddles and washed out sections. A little over halfway up, Rolf heard a noise, wood against wood, and quickly came upon Boris closing a trap.
“Hey, what are you doing up here?” Boris asked.
“Just came to see what you’re up to.”
“Pretty obvious, don’t you think,” Boris joked in reply.
“How many do you have left to do?” Rolf asked, ignoring the slight.
“There is two more up ahead.”
“When you finish, you want to go on up to Schwarzer Fels?”
Boris stood up, stretched his arms out and twisted around left then right. He looked up at the clearing sky through the tree canopy, then over to Rolf.
“Sure.”
Schwarzer Fels was an outcropping of dark rock. The top was flat but angled back into the mountain, causing the cantilevered end to tower over the sloping ground below. It was a mythical place to the people of the village, full of folklore of fairies and magical beasts. The most persistent myth was about an evil that hid in the shelter of the rock and pushed those that were careless over the edge. Over the years, several people had met untimely deaths from the top of the rock. Rolf’s father said it was the evil. Boris’s father said it was suicide or clumsiness. Rolf chose not to think about it whenever Boris and he ventured out onto its angled plane. They had first dared each other to go out on it when they were only nine, and over the subsequent years, found themselves going to it not on a dare, but to be alone where they could sit and admire the vast valley below and talk of a life far different from the one dealt them.
“Be careful, the rock is still wet,” said Boris as they eased out on it.
Knowing the rock would be slick when wet, Rolf, followed by Boris, eased out on the rock, then sat down just from the leading edge. The wind blew up the mountain and swirled around them and the clouds were dissipating revealing more and more blue sky.
“The creek didn’t overflow its banks into your father’s shop, did it?” asked Boris.
“No, but it is rushing past full of debris.”
“No doubt.”
Rolf glanced over at Boris seeing him unbutton his shirt revealing the sweating skin of the smooth chest. He stared at the glistening skin wishing he could touch it, feel it with his fingers. He knew it would be slick and smooth to the touch. Boris undid the last button and leaned back on his hands. The shirt fell open revealing the lean torso. Rolf stared at it as long he dared then turned away before Boris made comment. He lay back and stared up into the sky. A cloud was floating past, and he saw in it a stag, then a horse. Then he saw something that made him blush and he sat up and looked down at the valley.
“Have you considered what we talked about?” asked Rolf.
“Of leaving together?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know, Rolf. My family is here and…”
“But what life would you have here?” Rolf interrupted, the frustration evident in his voice, as it was each time Boris spoke of his hesitation in leaving.
“What about you? Petra likes you and you could have a family life here.”
“I’ve told you before, I’m not attracted to Petra.”
“Why do you want to leave? You never give me a reason that makes sense.”
“I give you many reasons. You just don’t accept them.”
Boris gave no reply and the two of them sat in silence for a long time. A hawk soared across the sky, then dove down to some prey that only it could see. Rolf watched the bird accelerate rapidly as it dove toward the ground. He envied its freedom to go anywhere, undeterred by some sense of duty or loyalty to family. He looked around at Boris again, who was staring across the valley lost in thought. The smooth face, still boyish in appearance, and the dark hair, almost black like his mother’s hair, and dark-brown eyes. He was different from most other boys of their small village, including himself. He had blonde hair and blue eyes and with a slightly darker skin tone. Among the other boys, the only difference was the tone of the hair color and eye color. Boris stood out as dark and foreboding. Rolf considered him almost mythical, a magical being that haunted and tormented him with thoughts of such an impure nature, he flushed with embarrassment whenever he thought of it, as he did now.
“Is there someone you do like?” Boris asked in a hushed whispered voice.
Rolf barely heard the question over the sound of wind in the tree canopy, but he did hear it. He looked down at the smooth rock trying to will himself to answer the question. To admit to the truth of his feelings. He looked over at Boris feeling his heart race. He felt short of breath and knew he could not answer.
“Who? Who is it you like?” Boris asked again with a weak smile.
“I can’t say.”
“Why not?”’
“I fear they do not like me in the same way.”
Before Rolf could react, Boris was on top of him, quickly pinning him down. A leg was between his own, knee pushed up against his crotch. Both arms were held down at the wrists and he felt the weight of Boris, the breathing, living, heat of him against his body. Boris leaned down close until he could see the black pupils surrounded by dark brown.
“Who is it you like?” Boris asked again.
Rolf felt his sex. The stirrings of arousal that made him want so much more from Boris. He stared up, trying to find the words to express how he felt. Admit to a longing everyone considered evil. The words wouldn’t come to him, but he wanted to answer Boris. To admit to the truth. He wanted Boris, felt he loved him, and wanted so much more to exist between them. He leaned up, quickly, and kissed Boris on the lips, then lay back staring up, waiting for Boris’ reaction, knowing immediately he should not have done it.
Boris stared back with a look of shock, then something more unsettling. Pure fear.
“Boris, I’m sorry,” Rolf whispered afraid to speak too loudly.
Boris jumped to his feet, moved back a few steps while shaking his head.
“No…no, no, we can’t,” Boris rambled, then he turned and rushed down the rock, into the woods and disappeared.
Rolf sat up and stared out over the valley, and for a moment considered jumping, thinking there was no way he could return to the village. Boris would tell, he knew he would, and it meant he would no longer be wanted. Not by his family, or anyone else in the village. He eased to his feet and moved to the very edge, small rocks breaking loose and falling until out of sight. The wind blew his hair back and he inhaled deeply to calm himself. Then he stepped back and eased off the rock.
Fearful of returning, he ambled up the trail toward the ridgeline. He failed to notice the snake that slithered from the trail, or the deer that moved further into the wood and out of sight. Only what he had done and how Boris reacted consumed his thoughts, and the anticipated repercussions. As tears clouded his vision and trickled down his face, he stumbled and staggered up the trail. He was near the top when he noticed a deer cross the trail ahead of him. He made his way to the point of crossing and saw deer crossed the trail frequently at the spot. He pushed back the low limbs, hearing some break, as he left the main trial to follow the deer.
The deer path was narrow, often jumping over a fallen tree or crossing a rough section requiring him to make his way up and down steep inclines or over rock. He followed the path until he found himself standing in a small clearing where a spring ran down the mountain side and realized the path disappeared where the deer diverged into too many directions. Undeterred, he continued, foraging his own path. He moved parallel with the ridgeline, stumbling over the rough ground and stopping frequently trying to determine if it were a place Boris and he had explored in the past. Nothing looked familiar.
The sun was below the horizon, the sky darkening quickly, and Rolf stood among large rocks. The rock formations towered over him casting dark shadows over everything and he knew he had gone too far and was utterly lost. He moved between the rock until he came to a cave. He knew he needed some protection and entered the dark mouth going only as far as his eyes could see. It wasn’t very far but he was sheltered.
Rolf had no means of building a fire, nor food or drink. Finally sitting still, he realized his hunger. It seemed his stomach growled with every breath. But he was exhausted too. Fear and the exertions of the day fatigued him to the point he was ready for sleep despite everything that had happened. He lay against a rock facing the mouth of the cave and quickly drifted off to sleep.
It was still the middle of night when Rolf opened his eyes. The cave was total blackness but looking out its mouth, an oval of star brilliant sky. Then he heard it, something like a melody, musical tones, and he turned and looked toward the back of the cave. Hovering in the back a blue light. It moved slowly, up and down, but in a manner not like any insect, then it moved away, going deeper into the cave. Too curious to refrain, Rolf eased to his feet and stumbled over the rough cave floor in pursuit of the blue light. It came back into view when he circled around a rock formation, but after a short distance, disappeared around another corner. Rolf sped up trying to keep it in sight, but time and time again, it turned a corner and disappeared. He feared there would come a corner where it would be gone for good, leaving him deep in the cave. But it was always there, just ahead, and he followed it.
Suddenly he saw the glow of moonlight and the small blue light flew into it, leaving the cave. Rolf followed, feeling excited to have passed through the mountain to the other side. He stood at the mouth looking down into a ravine. It was narrow with old growth trees and moss-covered rock that lined a pool of water. Then he saw the blue light hovering at the edge of the pool.
Looking down, Rolf realized the ground sloped steeply from the mouth of the cave too far to jump down. He sat on the edge and carefully slid down the loose rock and soil until at the base of the steep slope, then made his way toward the pool. He was coming around a large tree when he saw the blue light began to grow. He stepped back behind the tree and peered around it watching the light increase in size. When it was a rute in size, he saw within the distorted image of a man. The sphere of light touched down on the bank of the pool and faded, and as it did so, the man within became clearer, more solid, until the sphere of light was gone leaving just the man.
Rolf stared at him, shocked to see such a specimen. The man stood naked on the bank and in the moonlight, his skin seemed to glow with a slivery light. Rolf admired the masculine form. The muscular legs, the round ass, the broad shoulders that tapered to a narrow waist. Then he looked at the long silvery-blonde hair, wondering how an adult could possess such a light blonde color.
“Rolf, you can come out. I won’t hurt you,” said the man.
“You know me?”
“Of course. Come on out. The water is really nice this time of night.”
“Who are you?”
“I’m Leaf.”
Rolf moved around the tree, cautiously, careful with each step until he was close, standing just behind Leaf. Leaf didn’t look back, but moved forward, stepping into the pool. He continued out into the pool until it was up to his waist, then he submerged beneath its shimmering surface.
Rolf stood still watching the surface of the pool calm from the disruption while waiting for Leaf to reemerge. It seemed such a long time but suddenly Leaf rose through the surface barely disturbing it. With his hair wet he let it fall back and Rolf saw them, pointed ears, then he saw the eyes. Each were a shimmering emerald green.
“What are…who are you?”
“I’m a kelpie, but to you I’m known as a faerie.”
“A faerie?” Rolf repeated, unbelieving what he was seeing before him.
“Why don’t you join me. The water is warm and comforting, and I know you need that now.”
Leaf moved toward Rolf, rising out of the pool. His muscular chest and flat stomach glistened wetly in the moonlight, then the groin came into view, revealing a large phallus. It hung long and heavy, and Rolf could not take his eyes off it. Out of the water, it swung freely with Leaf’s movements, and only when it fell into shadow, one created by his own body, did Rolf look up to face Leaf.
“You’ve been hurt,” Leaf whispered as he cupped Rolf by the chin rubbing a cheek with his thumb.
“But I’m not injured,” Rolf replied.
“Not a physical hurt, but one within,” said Leaf and he began to undress Rolf.
Rolf couldn’t stop him, willing raising his arms to let his shirt be removed, then lifting one foot then the other, as Leaf striped him of his pants and undergarments. He stood naked and felt the warm caress of the nighttime air. Then he felt the soft caress of two hands moving up his legs. They grazed the skin, tickled the soft hairs, then rubbed the smooth skin firmly, until one hand was fondling his loose sac and the other manipulating his growing cock.
Rolf grew rock hard, looking down in time to see it disappear into Leaf’s mouth. He shuddered at the feel of it, the soft warm mouth enveloping his cock. Hands held his waist as the mouth moved on his cock. He closed his eyes, focusing entirely on the feel of another male sucking him. The hands moved around and held each ass cheek. The fingers dug into the firm flesh as they tugged the cheeks apart, and Rolf felt the warm air caress that most private of places. Then the head of his cock had tongue swirling around it, and he shuddered with his aroused state.
Then his cock was bobbing in the air and Leaf was standing before him. Lips touched, the warmth of the contact surging through him, then Leaf stepped back and turned. Bent over before him, he felt a hand take his cock and guide it to its target. He pushed between the spread ass cheeks until he felt it pressed against the tight opening.
“Penetrate me with your cock,” Leaf uttered, speaking of it without shame.
Rolf pushed and felt the tightness on the head of his cock as it squeezed through. He kept pushing, slowly, aware of his cock’s length, feeling the tight opening squeeze it as it sank into Leaf’s depths.
“Yes, Rolf, put it all in me,” Leaf uttered as he pushed back pressing his ass against Rolf, cock fully sunk into his hole.
Rolf held the narrow waist savoring the feeling surrounding his cock. A heat that seemed to be drawn into his own body. He dug his fingers into the waist tightening his hold and tugged his cock outward until nearly slipping free.
“Now push it back in me,” Leaf whispered.
Rolf pushed, steadily, until he was once again pressed tight to Leaf’s ass.
“Now fuck me. Fuck me Rolf…fuck me,” Leaf uttered.
Rolf tugged outward, then pushed back in, over and over. He kept up a steady rhythm, getting faster and faster, until the sound of flesh smacking against flesh echoed over the pool.
“OH, God,” Rolf exclaimed as he hammered cock in Leaf’s depths.
“Don’t cry out for one not there,” Leaf whispered as he held his head down and took every thrust.
Rolf felt his arousal grow to an unrelenting level. He jammed cock into Leaf’s depths as he shuddered and jerked, then he hammered his hips against the firm ass, jamming his cock into Leaf’s depths, over and over, until he cried out again while shaking with release.
Rolf was on his back. His cock was still hard, drooling with his arousal. Leaf held his legs behind each knee and moved over him. He folded in half and felt his ass spread open while angling upward. It was perfect for Leaf, whose cock touched his virgin opening. Rolf shuddered with the contact, then he cried out as the large-flared head breached his tightness. He slammed his hands down into the soft soil, digging fingers into it. Heaving for breath, he felt the cock tug outward until he was empty. The emptiness was too much.
“Put it back…please,” Rolf uttered.
Leaf let his body weigh down heavier on the back of Rolf’s legs as he bore his cock back into Rolf’s depth. He worked his hips, thrusting inward over and over, then he rose on hands and feet, body hovering over Rolf.
Rolf looked between them and saw the thick cock between them, the one that had penetrated his depths, and he watched it slide easily into them again.
“Oh, Leaf…” Rolf uttered as Leaf piston inside his hole. Inward, until hips bounced off his ass, then outward until the flared head sometimes slipped free. Leaf would let it hover for the briefest of time, then sink it back into Rolf, all the way, hips once again bouncing off ass.
Leaf fucked until his skin shimmered in the moonlight and sweat rained down hot against Rolf’s skin. Then he pulled out and rolled to his back.
“Sit on my cock. Let me watch you take me,” Leaf uttered.
Rolf moved over Leaf, facing him so he could see the expressions created by their sex. He moved into position, ass hovering over the cock Leaf held up, and he eased down on it. He easily took it and eased down all the way. Then he began to move on it, up and down, over and over with an increasing pace. He heaved for breath and felt his own skin grow hot, almost feverish, as he exerted himself for their pleasure. His body seemed not his own. It felt more masculine, more muscular. He felt it, the burning of each muscle as he moved down on Leaf. The long thick cock bore into him, almost fearfully in depth, but he didn’t stop to consider it. He rode Leaf, faster and faster.
Rolf slowed, eased slowly down, catching his breath. Fully seated on Leaf, he leaned back, letting his knees spread and began to work his ass up and down again. He knew Leaf could see everything. His own hard cock flop with is movement. His ass stretched open, moving up and down on Leaf’s cock. He took his cock in hand and stroked it as he kept working his ass up and down.
Then he was slamming down on Leaf, ass smacking against abdomen, as the surge of release coursed through him. He threw his head back and cried out, guttural, animalistic, letting it penetrate the forest, then shook with release as cum hit him in the face, the neck, then splattered his chest and stomach. Leaf put hands on each of his thighs and pushed down.
“Take me,” Leaf uttered.
Rolf felt it, the thick cock flex inside his hole. His body seemed to grow hotter as Leaf filled his hole. Then he was on his back watching Leaf lick up his cum. Slowly the tongue moved over his sweaty skin, ticklish in its ministrations. As Leaf licked his neck, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
“Rolf! Rolf! Please wake up,” Boris cried out.
Rolf opened his eyes and tried to sit up. He felt dizzy and fell back on the bed. The bed…his bed. He was home, in the small room he shared with Amery and Elias. Standing over him was Boris and he saw fear turn to relief. Behind Rolf stood his mother and sister. He eased up again, propped on one elbow.
“I don’t understand. How did I get here?”
“Boris found you on the mountain. You were delirious,” said Lieken, she and his mother coming to stand next to Boris.
“Huh, but…how long was I up there?”
“Since yesterday afternoon,” said Boris.
“He found you sometime this morning,” said Lieken.
“Where…where did you find me?” Rolf asked imploringly of Boris.
“In the cave at Towering Rock.”
“Towering Rock?”
“I didn’t think you knew how to get there. We were forbidden to go there for its…but I was able to follow your trail and found you in that shallow cave,” said Boris.
“The cave…it doesn’t go through the mountain?”
Boris laughed, shaking his head. “It’s barely a cave it’s so shallow.”
“Do you think you can eat something?” his mother asked.
Leaf looked at his mother seeing the concern. His stomach growled at the mention of food, and they laughed.
“I think I could eat something,” Rolf joked.
Three days later, Rolf followed Boris up the mountain. It was the Sabbath and everyone but them were at the church. He kept up with Boris’ pace, staying just behind him, fearful of what was to come once they were alone. Was Boris going to bring it up, the kiss, and question him about his intentions? If so, could he answer the questions?
The day was clear, warm, and the ground finally dried out from the storm. Boris walked ahead in silence. He had not visited since the day he found him. Since then, Boris had been busy hunting with his father and brothers, and he had been forced to stay in bed until his mother deemed him recovered from whatever fever possessed him.
They went up the familiar trail until once again at Schwarzer Fels. Rolf followed Boris who eased out on the angled plane of rock and sat near its end. He moved up next to him and sat down. He couldn’t look at Boris, afraid of what he would see. He feared rebuke, accusations of abnormal behavior, but he feared more rejection.
“Rolf, the other day…you…”
“I’m sorry!” Rolf exclaimed, suddenly unable to hold his silence. “Please don’t tell. I shall not mention it again and swear not to do anything like that ever again. Don’t let anyone back in the village know…”
“Rolf! Rolf! Stop.”
Rolf fell silent as he stared at Boris. Boris looked off in the distance, then down at the village below. After an impossibly long time, he turned to Rolf.
“I won’t tell but…don’t swear not to do it again.”
Rolf sat confused at first, not sure what Boris meant. He saw him flush red, then turn away. When Boris turned back to him, there was something different about his countenance.
“You’re not mad at me?” asked Rolf.
“No. I’m sorry I reacted the way I did.”
“Does that mean…” Rolf hesitated, afraid to ask.
Boris grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled while leaning forward.
“Yes, Rolf, it does,” Boris whispered, then he closed the gap between them bringing their lips together.
Rolf was stunned, nearly pulling away, then he kissed back, keeping the contact between them. When they finally parted, they looked across the valley and laughed.
“I don’t know what it means, but I want to be with you,” said Boris.
“And I with you.”
“But where would it lead us?”
“Right now, does it matter?”
“No.”
Rolf moved to Boris and kissed him again, then he remembered what he had done with Leaf, and how it made him feel. Every touch and caress stroked his arousal and every penetrating push into his depths made him feel more satisfied than any thing before. He began to undress Boris, fingers working efficiently to undo buttons and ties, as he removed one garment after the next. He got him naked and ran his hand up one leg, over the stomach and down to the growing cock. He took it in hand and felt it thicken within his grasp. Boris moaned, leaned forward for another kiss, then with lips barely apart, he whispered.
“My turn.”
Rolf was soon naked too, and they lay side by side on the rock, the angle upward preventing anyone below who might looking up from having any chance of seeing them. They kissed and touched the other’s body. They stroked hardening cocks until fully erect, then leaking with their slick.
“What do you want me to do?” Boris asked, the nervousness and uncertainty evident in his voice.
“I want you to show me pleasure. I want you inside me,” Rolf replied, pulling Boris to move over him. He lay on his back, legs parted, letting Boris slip down between them. He took him in hand, guiding him to move into position where the leaking cock was at his opening. “Ease it in me,” he whispered.
Rolf shuddered and cried out as he felt Boris breach his tight opening. Then he lay back, eyes closed, focused on the penetration. Boris pushed in gently, slowly, letting him sense the full length of cock sinking into his depths. The fullness of it pleased him and he clung to Boris as he felt the body begin to undulate. The steady tug outward, then a slow push inward, Boris began to fuck.
Rolf had him, the person he felt such a longing it hurt. He clung to the undulating body, kissed along the neck, then lay back and savored the feel of their fuck. The rhythmic push into his depths, over and over, until his own cock ached for release. Boris shifted position and Rolf felt arms come under his knees, then a lift and shift forward. He was being folded in half, same as he had been with Leaf. He spread open for Boris and waited for their fuck to begin anew. Boris rolled him to his shoulders, ass up and spread, cock still buried in his hole, and began to fuck. The thrusts were powerful, Boris revealing his strength. As cock bore into his depths, his own cock leaked onto his stomach. He grunted and moaned as Boris hammered his insides.
“Rolf…take me,” Boris uttered.
Rolf took it, every thrust, and he wanted it to continue. He took is own cock and stroked it as best he could in the tight confines between their bodies. With the sun beating down on them and Boris exerting himself relentlessly, they began to sweat until every contact was slick skin moving over slick skin.
“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me harder,” Rolf uttered as he stroked his own cock. His slick fingers moved over the sensitive head as Boris hammered his insides. Boris increased his pace and bore down on him with more weight, pinning him to the ground. They heaved for breath and grunted and moaned, then cried out without restraint.
Rolf came, spurting cum all over his face and chest. The thick wads pooled together or trickled down his face and around his neck. Boris cried out again, shoved inward all the way, and shuddered with release.
Still naked, they lay in the sun whispering nonsense to each other. They laughed and kissed and touched the other. Cum dried on Rolf’s skin and Boris flaked it off. Then he moved on top of Rolf again. This time he straddled the narrow waist and ground his ass down on Rolf’s growing cock. Soon it was hard as rock, and he rocked his hips back and forth feeling the thick shaft rub along is ass.
“What are you doing?” Rolf joked as he watched Boris’ expression change.
“What does it look like?” Boris replied.
“You want to try it?” Rolf asked, serious this time.
“Yes,” Boris uttered as he rose on his knees, reached back and took Rolf in hand, then eased down to the wet cock. He pressed down on it wanting the penetration.
“Go slow,” Rolf whispered, as he felt the pressure on the head of his cock.
Boris stretched open and let Rolf enter him. He held still with just the head inside him, shivering with the pain of the penetration. As the pain subsided, he eased down further. He kept going until seated on Rolf, cock buried in his hole.
“Fuck…it feels good,” Boris whispered.
“Yes,” Rolf uttered as he rubbed each leg splayed out over him.
Boris began to move upward, slowly with legs straining, then back down until he was seated on Rolf. His pace slowly increased until he was fucking himself, going up and down, at times smacking against Rolf’s abdomen. His own cock flopped against his thighs and against Rolf’s stomach, smacking wetly against the skin. Rolf took it in hand and stroked until it was rock hard, and Boris shivered from the manipulation.
“Fuck…Rolf…” Boris uttered as he kept up his pace. He rode Rolf until his body tensed, muscles strained tight, and his skin glistened wetly in the sunlight. Leaning back, he pumped his hips faster, thrusting up through Rolf’s fist, then slamming his ass down on Rolf’s cock.
“Come for me…come on…I’m close,” Rolf exclaimed as he struggled to lay still.
Boris slammed his ass down smacking against Rolf’s abdomen, then erupted. His cock flexed in Rolf’s grasp as it shot wad after wad, where it rained down on Boris and soon coated Rolf’s hand.
It pushed Rolf over the edge, and he slammed his fist down Boris’ cock and shoved upward, erupting in the depths of Boris’ hole. He jammed his hips upward, over and over with each ejaculation until finally spent. Then he collapsed with Boris dropping down on top of him. They were hot and slick against each other, heaving for breath. But Rolf felt content, blanketed by Boris.
Boris rolled to his back next to Rolf and they looked at each other and smiled, then laughed.
They climbed the mountain whenever the weather permitted, and they could get away. Days may go by before they could be alone on the old mountain, and it made their lovemaking more physical, rougher, playful, exerting themselves to the point of exhaustion.
Boris eventually found a suitable place in the village for the days weather prevented them from going up the mountain. Widow Baumann had sold off her livestock except for the chickens she kept in a coop, a lean to at the back of her dwelling, and therefore had abandoned the barn at the back of her small plot. Boris asked if he could use it for a place to hang out with his friends. She agreed, seeing an opportunity to get the inside cleaned up. So, when the weather was foul or time was short, Boris and Rolf would sneak into the barn weary of others seeing them go in and spend what time they had in physical intimacy.
When time allowed, they stripped naked, and took their time, caressing, touching, and kissing the other’s body. The exploration of the other leading to sex with the penetration then fucking until spent. When rushed, they barely undressed, pants around ankles, shirts open down the front, they fucked like rutting animals.
Spring gave way to summer, then fall and another winter blanketed the valley in snow. When spring returned, it came with a renewed restlessness. There was nothing holding them in place. Older siblings met their parent’s needs, leaving them feeling unmoored. When summer arrived, on a hot cloudless day, Rolf and Boris slung a bundle over their backs and began to walk down the road leading out of the village and toward the city of Hamburg. They were going to pursue their own lives, seeking to fulfill dreams.