He stands straight and approaches slowly. I stand up too and wait to see what is going to happen. He could easily kill me in this quiet hallway. He could be a highwayman or a thief and yet I'm unafraid. Finally he stands just inches from me, our chests nearly touching in the silence.
"Do you want to come in?" I say nearly unaware I was going to speak. I'm caught off guard by own question in the darkened hallway. My heart is racing, I'm sure he can hear it. I feel hot and freezing cold all at the same time. I've never experienced this raw energy with anyone before, in any circumstance. He nods once and I have to think for a second to remember what he's nodding about. For the love of all that's holy, I've invited this incredible, huge man into my room and he's agreed to join me. What am I thinking? Don't panic, I tell myself.
I quickly turn away from him, he's so close my shoulder brushes him, as I fumble with the key to unlock the room. I can't believe any of this is happening, but I have got to get out of this hallway before I have a complete freak out. The door finally swings open and I'm glad I'd lit the fire before we ate our dinner. The room is warm and cozy and illuminated enough to help calm me.
I step into the room and he follows me in, closing the door behind him. "I'm Henry" I say dumbly and I kick myself mentally for acting like a nervous idiot.
"I know" he says. Wait, what does he know? My name? How? Before I can ask, he says "I heard your father call you that".
"He's my cousin." Why did I say that? He doesn't care who the hell James is. He nods and looks around the room. He scans the wall where the fireplace is and notes the ugly stained painting that hangs above the hearth. It's covered in years of tar and grime from the fire. His eyes continue around the room until they land on the bed. It's not big, but it's big enough. What is my head doing thinking that?!?! Big enough for what I ask myself all while trying not to look panicked.
He shrugs off his cloak and then looks at me. He reaches up and takes off his hat. He's incredibly gorgeous. My mouth is dry and I swallow to try to clear my jumbled thoughts. He motions at my chest with his head as he starts to undo his coat and waistcoat, like he's asking me to do the same. I step closer to him and I reach for his coat and push it off his shoulders. "William" he says.
"William?" He nods again. That must be his name. I reach for his shirt to pull it out of his waistband. He stops me by holding my smaller hands in his big rough ones, although he's very gentle. I drop my hands and he starts to undress me. He looks between my buttons as he undoes them and my face, making sure I'm alright. I nod at him and he starts to move a bit faster, with a bit of urgency. This change in pace excites me. And it all changed with one nod from me. That alone gets my blood boiling with need. It's never been like this before.
He finally removes all my clothing from my waist up. I stand before him in my trousers, hard and breathless. He lightly brushes his hand over my straining member and I nearly jump. That one move, that promise of more to come, makes me feel wild inside. He's just standing there gazing at my chest, looking reverent. Why isn't he making another move? What do I do?
I reach for my waistband and start to undo it. I need relief from the tight fitting trousers and I need to do something to move this all forward before he runs or I can think about it too much. He takes my action of removing the rest of my clothing as a sign to do the same. By the time I remove my trousers and stockings, he's also fully disrobed. This man looks like a statue of a god. He must be several inches taller than six feet. He is at least forty pounds heavier than me. He's built of solid muscle, covered in a dusting of dark hair. His chest and his crotch have thick patches of black hair. His manhood stands erect from the dark curling hair between his legs.
When he looks at my smooth younger body, he seems to get even harder and I can see moisture on the tip of his huge member. He must be just over eight inches and thick. While I'm a smaller man, at least six inches shorter than him, my cock is large, slightly longer than his. I know mine is eight and a half inches, so he's got to be eight inches himself.
I reach out and put both hands on his large lean chest, feeling the springy hairs under my fingers. He just stares into my eyes. Then in his deep voice, he says quietly "Tell me what to do". I smile at him while I try to figure out if he has never done this with a man before, and he wants instruction, or does he just like to be told what to do?
"Lay back on the bed" I say in a more commanding tone than I expected. He smiles for the first time, a big wide smile, making him look even more handsome than before. I want him so badly I have to tell myself to calm down. I can't just explode everywhere before I even touch this man. He obeys my command and lays down in the middle of the bed, legs slightly spread. His weeping cock stands at attention and his eyes are on mine. It's intense and I need this man like I've never needed anything in my life.
I crawl into the bed and kneel beside him. He reaches out his hand and brushes my thigh. It's so tender and somehow erotic. His face looks so earnest, nothing like the shadow man from the pub downstairs. I wrap my fingers around his erection and squeeze lightly. He makes the most incredible sound I've ever heard and his eyes roll closed. He looks like pure sex to me at this moment. I stroke him lightly and slowly while I decide what to do.
It's pretty obvious now that he wants me to direct this encounter. I've never been in control before. My only lover before this was the pastor's son, who would just pull my pants down and use me in the barn behind his house. He'd finish and leave. I'd always stay after he left and jerk my cock until I came. He never once finished me off. He used me and left, every single time. This was so different.
Testing the waters with this stranger, I say "William, I want you to suck my balls while you stroke my shaft". He sits up immediately and gently guides me down onto my back. He runs his hands along my smooth body. He looks like a thirsty man who's come upon an oasis. It feels incredible to be touched like this. He settles himself between my legs and waits until I focus on his beautiful face. Once we make eye contact, he gently takes my throbbing dick in his hand and lowers his head and licks my testicles. He sucks them into his mouth. At first, one at a time, and then he takes them both in and rolls them gently with his soft wet tongue, all while his hands are stroking my hard on and rubbing my small mound of fur above my sizable manhood.
I don't want to finish before we start and this feels so damn good, I might die. I can barely grit out the order "Stop!". He looks up at me with a knowing smirk. I'm relieved he didn't think I wasn't enjoying it. He knows I was enjoying it too much. He just sits there, between my knees waiting for my next command. It's intoxicating to have this man do my bidding. My sexual bidding.
I clear the lust from my mind enough to tell him to get on his hands and knees, facing the foot of the bed. He obediently turns around and braces himself solidly on all fours with his strong pale bottom spread before me, with dark hair running along the whole crack. I can smell his musk. The scent of his pre cum and the sweat of his balls that have been in his trousers for days of traveling is a smell that should turn me off, but in this moment, with my entire body on fire for this man, it's the most delectable thing I've ever smelled. I reach out and stroke his huge hanging balls. My mind equates them to the huge testicles hanging below Mr. Hansen's bull, in the pen across from our home in Devonshire. I almost giggle at this bizarre thought, but I'm in charge here, I need to remain strong and masculine, not a giddy fairy.
When I stroke his soft sack, his front half sinks down and his ass pushes higher and wider open for me. I drag my fingers up from his balls, through his hairy crack, to his tight little hole. It reacts when I touch it. It flexes and puckers and I immediately know I'm going to use this hole and he's going to love it, and so will I. I can hear him making these soft, deep needy noises and I direct him "William, tell me you want my cock".
"I want your cock, Henry" he says easily. "Please put it inside me", he nearly begs. My rigid length jumps at his answer. He's looking at it over his shoulder. He licks his lips as my manhood bobs and swells for him. I stand up on my knees and move in close to him until I can rub my aching rod up and down his crack, over his tight hairy hole. He sighs and sinks down completely to his chest. It makes his cheeks spread even wider and his hole beckons me.
I run my hands down his balls and cock to gather his moisture. I wipe his pre cum onto his hole, circling with my finger. His body pushes back against my hand. "You seem ready" I say quietly, nearly to myself, but he hears me and I hear him whine "Please!" into the bed. I spit on his hole while I stroke myself with both of our initial discharges.
I lean forward and press my the swollen head to his entrance. He keeps making those sounds that speak to his desire and growing pleasure. I hold my length, which is harder than it's ever been before, and push the tip inside. He moans loudly. I pause and wait for him to adjust. He's so tight, I can't believe I'll be able to get it further into him. But he finally relaxes enough for me to gain another inch of depth. His moans sounds like pure pleasure and exquisite pain all at once. I can't wait much longer and my hips push forward out of instinct alone and I slip deeper and deeper. I only have another two inches to go when he cries out "Henry, please I need you! Harder, please!". His cries and my overwhelming arousal push me forward until I'm pressing my mound against his muscular cheeks. I'm all the way inside him and he's clenching and making these mewling noises that can't be mistaken for anything other than lust.
