by Pfantazm

This is the third installment in the series that began with The Knight and the Thief and Knights of the Road. While I suppose you could start reading here - there's nothing that you'll need to know about in the backstory that won't be explained - but I worked very hard on them, and it would be rude of you to miss it.

You can find both of them on Nifty, and on my website:

http://www.pridesites.com/pfantazm/index.html

The characters in my story do things with their thingies that younger folks shouldn't be reading about. There's bedtime stories, and then there's this sort of story. Hmm. Maybe that's not a strong enough distinction. Suffice to say, if you shouldn't be reading this, don't.

Now that we've got the under-agers out of the way, it's time to do the adult, mature, responsible thing. Boring, yes, I know, but all for the best. This means keeping yourself safe when having sex. Use a condom. It can even make for a refreshing drink afterwards, if that's the way you want to go.

Write me with comments at my new e-mail address: pfantazm (a gmail · com.

	Grey River. While they were in something of a rush, the two riders were making no effort to spur their horses on with undue haste. They had an appointment to keep, but they had the time. It seemed as though the two men had been in an almighty hurry since they had met. In fact, their entire reason for meeting was that one of them had been chasing the other. Now the pair, both knights in the service of the Crown, took their leisure while they could. They found themselves without any particular duty to perform, and they were taking advantage of the fact to slow down. The one out in front, sporting a green tabard instead of his customary red one, wore his dark hair cut short. His white stallion was heavily laden with supplies to make life on the roads easier. Madoc of Fieldgate was a unique man in many ways, not the least of which that he was the only member of the High Guard with a partner. Thom At-the-Well was dressed exactly as his companion was, down to the green tabard and leather armour. The early autumn wind blew threw his shaggy blond hair as they cantered south. The sun was beginning to set on the day, so Madoc looked for a handy spot on the roadside where they might make camp for the night. It would have been nice if they could have made it to Tartallen before nightfall, but with the days growing shorter, it was not to be. "So these secrets that you have," Thom said, "are going to keep for another day, are they?" "Yes, they'll have to," Madoc replied, smiling. "You'll find out when we reach the inn and not a moment sooner." "I hate this," Thom said, scowling. "I thought that it was better for us as partners to share information." "It is," Madoc told him, facing forward to hide his grin, "but there isn't any reason to tell you just yet." The dark knight reined in his steed, Fleetfire. "How about here?" he asked, gesturing off to the side of the highway. Thom pulled up on his mare. "It looks as good as any. Nice and flat. I don't know, though. It's rather exposed to the road, if you catch my meaning." Madoc smiled at his partner. Thom leered back. The black mare nickered and started off the road into the clearing all on her own. "Warrigal!" Thom cried. He yanked ineffectively on the reins and commanded, "Whoa," but she ignored him. "Stupid horse, stop!" Madoc nudged Fleetfire into the wood after his partner, chuckling softly. Warrigal crossed through the clearing and into the trees, stopping only where there was a bush that the animal wanted to chew on. "The wretched beast just gets it in her head to do something and there's no controlling her." Madoc dismounted, still laughing. "It's funny now, but what if I need to be getting somewhere fast, or chasing someone down, and she decides to go off chasing the butterflies or something?" "It's not so bad. You were stopped after all, and it looks as though Warrigal has solved our problem. This area is smaller, but should do for a campsite." "But this isn't the first time, Madoc," Thom pointed out as he dismounted. "And Fleetfire obeys your every command. You don't even need to tie him to a tree at night because you know he'll stay." "We've known each other a long time, haven't we, boy?" Sir Madoc stroked his horse's neck and undid the saddle buckle. "I've earned his trust and his loyalty. You've had Warrigal, what, maybe a month? Three weeks? And you hadn't had a mount before that. Give it time. She'll come around." Thom removed his mare's saddle and looked the horse in the eye. Warrigal's ear twitched and she kept munching on leaves. After the grooming of their horses and dinner was taken care of, the two men lay by their fire, stripped to the waist. Thom and Madoc were both strong, well-muscled men, though Thom was more lean and wiry, while Madoc was bigger, built like a blacksmith. Thom was reclined facing the small campfire, his back pressed against Madoc's breast. Madoc's huge arm was draped across his partner's chest in a protective and affectionate gesture, for these two men were not only the only partnership in the High Guard, they were very deeply in love with each other. Madoc's half-hard cock was pressed insistently against his lover's backside. Thom leaned back into the pleasant heat of his partner's body, with the cooler evening air washing over them. "I've been thinking about it," Madoc murmured into Thom's ear, "and perhaps I should tell you one of the secrets now, just so you won't be surprised when we get to the inn." Thom's interest was aroused. "I think that would be a wonderful idea." Madoc grinned. "The first secret is that when I went to visit Rab and Melydia, I found someone that we might be able to play with. He spent the night with me." Thom rolled over sideways in Madoc's lap so he could look him in the eye. "Really?" Madoc nodded. "Well, by the rules of our arrangement, this would have to be someone I would have already met, or would stand a good chance of meeting, so it shouldn't have been some traveller just passing through. Will this person be attending their wedding?" "I'd say there's an excellent chance." "Have I already met him?" Madoc smiled. "Oh, yes." Thom thought for a minute. "Are you going to make me guess?" "The groom," Madoc answered. Thom looked somewhat confused. "The stable boy?" Madoc chuckled. "Not that kind of groom." The blond blinked. "You slept with Melydia's betrothed?!" "I was right. It was better to tell you now." "Are you out of your mind? How-- why would Rab even want to if he's marrying her?" "It seems as though he likes both men and women. He wants to do it again, at least that's the sense I got when I left, and obviously the wedding is still on." "What if Melydia finds out?" "She already knows. She was the one who told me Rab was interested." Thom's eyes went wide. "And she doesn't . . . mind?" "She, uh, watched us." Thom gazed up at the stars, trying to make these new ideas fit inside his head. "Bugger me," he swore. "Well, since you're asking," Madoc joked, playing at rolling Thom over. The blond started giggling. "Get off me, you animal!" Madoc got his hand down the back of Thom's trousers. "Help," he said between laughing fits. "I'm being attacked by a great, hairless beast." He fought to keep himself more or less facing Madoc, and eventually wound up with him straddling Thom's stomach, face up. Thom smiled up at him. "So what do you think of my first secret?" "I think that by the time I hear the second one, I'll have gone mad." Madoc laughed. "What about Rab?" "Isn't it traditional to give the groom a night of fun the night before he takes a wife?" Madoc nodded. "I'd hate to go against tradition . . . ." Madoc leaned down and kissed Thom. The blond reached up and unfastened the belt that held Madoc's hose in place. The belt came away, cast aside next to the fire, and Thom's hands went under the hose onto his partner's ass. He slid them down, and Madoc thrust forward against Thom's stomach. The dark knight kicked the hose down and off, and lay atop his partner, clad only in thin, white undergarments that barely covered him. Thom stroked the warm skin of his lover's back. Madoc took the blond's head gently in his hands, and they kissed once more. Thom wrapped his thighs around Madoc's hips and they began to move together, their bodies shifting and their crotches crushed each against the other. Thom reached down, below his legs now, his fingernails picking at the knots that kept his partner's smallclothes together, and soon had them undone. The cloth fell away, baring the knight's muscular ass to the forest. Madoc rose, forcing Thom to release his leglock. He reached between them and unhooked the front of Thom's sturdier trousers. Once they were undone, he yanked them roughly to Thom's thighs. He raised the blond's legs into the air and removed the pants. When they were off, he lowered Thom's legs, one on either side of him. Madoc gazed, unblinking, intensely into Thom's own as he worked free the only piece of clothing either of them had on: Thom's smallclothes. The dark-haired man pulled the garment away, revealing his partner's hardness. His slender cock stood tall amid the golden curls of his bush. Madoc's hands roamed across the muscular strong body, excited by this man that he knew intimately, yet had so much to learn about. Thom squirmed somewhat, delighting in the warm touch of his partner. The noble knight lowered his body onto Thom's, and they kissed. They scraped each other's chins with the roughness of their evening beards. They tasted each other's mouths. Their strong hands gripped each other's bodies, as if trying to crush the two lovers into one man. Their stiff members were pressed together as well, stacked one on top of the other. As they rubbed together, a small amount of glistening precum dribbled out, easing their way. Madoc broke their kiss and turned his attentions to Thom's neck. The blond gasped as Madoc nibbled at the tender flesh, never hard enough to leave a mark, but more than enough to excite. Thom's fingertips clawed at Madoc's back as the brunet's lips, tongue and teeth attacked his skin. Thom guided Madoc's face back to his own with his hands, not because the feelings were too intense, but because the desire to reward Madoc was too great. When the kiss was over, Madoc smiled lasciviously at his love and continued to torture him with his mouth. His next assault was on Thom's lean chest. Madoc played at biting at the fine, trim muscle, topped with a deep brown, pointed peak. Thom's breathing became laboured as Madoc chewed at this sensitive spot. The blond moaned Madoc's name, and his head thrashed from side to side on the ground. The results were similar when Madoc switched sides. By now Thom's cock was pressed against the ridged skin of Madoc's stomach, and he couldn't keep himself from thrusting slightly against the firmness of his body. Madoc shifted down again, nestling Thom's cock between the massive mounds of his pecs. He pressed his tongue into Thom's navel, and his lips brushed against his sensitive stomach. Thom gasped and rested his hands on Madoc's broad shoulders. The stubble on Madoc's chin scratched against the tender skin of his abdomen. Still Madoc crawled further back, until his head was over Thom's crotch. The dark man planted a kiss on his partner's balls. Then he suddenly seized Thom's thighs and lifted them in the air. Madoc rolled him onto his shoulder blades. The knight buried his face between the globes of Thom's ass. Even though he no longer needed to be, he was still quite fastidious about keeping clean and now, with his feet high over his head, his weight on his upper body, and his lover's tongue tracing the depth of his cleft, he was very glad. Madoc tried to wedge the tip of his tongue into the puckered skin, and Thom groaned softly. The blond reached down to his love, and his searching hands found Madoc's hips. Madoc moaned at Thom's touch and buried his tongue deep within Thom's ass. He brought his hand down from Thom's thigh to part his cheeks a bit more. Thom's cock was awakened and dripping clear syrup down onto his chest. It felt so good to him to be so totally vulnerable to Madoc like that. He was completely exposed, and not so far from the road that the fire wouldn't attract a late-travelling wayfarer, afraid to camp alone. He lay there, heels over head, offering this other person those parts of himself most delicate: his cock, his ass and above all, his heart. When Madoc finally lowered Thom again, he knew that Madoc could have asked almost anything at all of him, and he would have gladly complied. Madoc took the familiar greasepot from the saddlebag lying on the grass beside them, and prepared himself, smearing the thick, oily goo on his member. He wiped his hand on his thigh and collected Thom up in his arms. The knight's impressive cock glistened in the ever-changing firelight. Madoc was now holding Thom bodily over his cock. Thom put his bare feet on the ground and held his love. Thom's hands now locked behind his neck, Madoc shifted one hand to the root of his prick to steady it beneath Thom. The blond gingerly lowered himself onto Madoc's cock. The brunet watched the emotions appear on his face as deep concentration gave way to pain, and then pleasure as Madoc felt Thom's weight on his thighs. Thom settled in place. He bobbed up and down marginally as that thick cock found its home in him. A contented grin spread further across his face with every adjustment and squeeze. Thom leaned forward and gave Madoc an open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues danced. Thom wrapped up Madoc's broad, muscular body in his arms. As their love transmuted itself to lust they began to move, slowly, experimentally at first, to find what gave the most pleasure. Thom's sinewy body snaked from side to side, and Madoc's manhood rubbed the sides of Thom's channel, Madoc, kneeling low to the ground, pressed up with his massive legs, forcing his cock upwards at the same time. Thom bounced himself, his feet flat on the ground just behind Madoc's ass. Together, their fluid movements heated their bodies, proofing them against the chill night air. The blond's head rolled back and the brunet lunged forward to lick at the newly exposed neck. Thom gasped. Madoc's marvelous cock plunged into him with every move they made together. He felt it rake against that place inside him that no one could ever touch before. It was like a new awakening of knowing his body each time they made love. The thrill of it made him cry out and clutch Madoc's body tighter. Ecstasy took him in its grip, and Thom came in long, thin streams across Madoc's beefy chest. Madoc moaned, a long, bass sound, as he saw it happen, and felt it around his cock and down his front. "Ohhhh-h, I'm almost there, Thom. Thom! I'm-- ungh!" Madoc's fucking became erratic, and Thom felt Madoc's cock jerk, spewing his cream into Thom's guts. Madoc shivered in Thom's arms as he came. In a deep breathy voice, Madoc murmured, "I love you so much, Thom." It was little things like that that told Thom he was in the right place in his life in every respect. "I love you too, my darling Madoc. I want to stay with you here forever." After a while, when the cold of the air won out over the heat of their sex, they bundled themselves up in one of their special blankets and drifted off to sleep.

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