Gregory was the son of the wealthiest man in the county. When his family would visit the estate they were bestowed not only an extraordinary dinner, but also given the nicest rooms to stay in, an endless sea of compliments from their hosts, and sometimes even a series of nonchalant gifts. Cyrus had always hated Gregory even though at the urging of his mother, they were "agemates and really ought to get along better". When Gregory would visit he was always wearing the finest silks, always acted as though he were dining with the Queen and always made references to literature Cyrus had never heard of.
There was no denying his beauty either. But it was not the sort of beauty that made Cyrus glance at him whenever he thought Gregory would not notice, it was the type of beauty that irritated Cyrus out of the corner of his eye making him wonder how someone could possibly have everything.
Until they started fencing together. They would undress in the equipment shed, switching out silks for rough-spun trousers and padded armor and well-worn shoes. Cyrus had never been ashamed of changing seeing as he had figured out within the first few seconds of changing with other men that he almost always had one of the largest dicks in the room dangling between his legs. Changing with Gregory was no different. He would strut around the equipment shed with his cock swinging between his thighs as he gathered everything they needed for their practise. He did this especially because of the way Gregory's face would turn bright red and he would sometimes turn away, fidgeting with his trousers just long enough to make Cyrus believe he was trying to calm down an erection. He did this to toy with Gregory, to watch him squirm and to shatter his usual pretentious demeanor. Sometimes he would daydream about it before falling asleep, but most of the time it was just a joke, something to entertain himself when Gregory would visit.
Then there was one afternoon when things played out differently. Cyrus had shirked his trousers as usual, letting his thick cock bounce between him as he walked. This time though he recalled how William had sucked on his cock in the stairwell, how good it had felt to be in the mouth of another man and wondered how eager Gregory would be to put his lips down there. His cock began to swell thicker.
"So," Cyrus said, pulling a helmet down from the wall. "You'll take this one again, I figure." It didn't matter which helmet Gregory took, he just needed to distract himself from the feeling between his legs. He was the one who made a show of strutting around bare-assed, he couldn't let his own joke backfire on him.
"I suppose," Gregory said timidly, his eyes practically glued to the size of Cyrus' cock.
"Good." With the look on Gregory's face, Cyrus was sure that he daydreamed about them being together. He was sure that in the wake of a morning erection, Gregory had often thought of that big, thick cock that he had seen on Cyrus and wondered what it would be like to hold it or kiss it. Cyrus looked down to see that he had swollen a couple of inches longer. Good, he thought, maybe this would spur on Gregory's excitement before his own.
Pulling a shirt over his head, Gregory said, "I've sort of missed this, you know. Nothing quite like clashing swords to relieve a little tension."
Cyrus furrowed his eyebrows, trying to quiet the images playing in his head. Was this Gregory's way of playing with him too? Was he trying to get Cyrus spurred on first? Did he want Cyrus to be standing here, imagining the way their cocks would rub against each other when they kissed and feeling his cock slowly starting to stiffen?
His face turned pink. Between his legs, his thick swollen cock jutted out at a low angle, pointing directly at the pretty boy who smirked from the corner.
"Cyrus," Gregory said putting a hand to his chest, playing innocent. "Are you alright?" he asked, doe-eyed, his smirk impossible to conceal. "We can save the fencing for another time if you're distracted."
"Of course I'm alright," Cyrus insisted, taking in Gregory's feminine beauty, the way his long blond hair fell over his shoulders. He could have him. He could take the boy he had always considered untouchable. Looking down, he saw his cock was at a ninety degree angle and Gregory was bemused.
The younger man advanced towards him and revealed his own awkward gait. He ran a hand down Cyrus' stubble and looking up at him with those doe-eyes planted a kiss on his lips. Their lips locked and soon enough their tongues slithered and Cyrus took a step closer, pressing his naked hard on against Gregory's trousers. Almost instinctively, he started to rub against Gregory's cock under the fabric, unable to feel much of Gregory's actual size. With the persistent rubbing, Gregory began to collapse in his arms. The sensation of such a large member pressed against him must have been overwhelming. All of the sudden Gregory caught his breath and Cyrus felt a sudden stiffness protruding against his penis.
His agemate stepped away for a second, fumbling with the ties on his trousers and with a wiggle of his hips started to pull them down. Cyrus' eyes were glued to the light hairs that began to appear over the tie of his trousers. Gregory bored his eyes into Cyrus waiting for him to look up. With one final tug, his small but perfectly shaped penis bounced out of his trousers fully erect. After a moment, Cyrus' eyes rose to meet his and found the irresistible glare that had been waiting for him.
