Bannon walked into the small forest clearing, a sturdy young lad of seven years' age with soft brown hair, azure blue eyes and a sunny smile on his face. He gazed around the area and his lips formed a smallish pout. "Clearsky!" he called. "Where are you?"
A rustle in the brush answered him and out trotted what at first glance appeared to be a horse. But the glance was deceived, for the head was smaller and more graceful, the body was shaped somewhat differently and the feet danced rather than trotted toward the lad. Most of all, the small head bore between its elegant ears a slender, spiral horn that was a marble-toned white. The unicorn itself was the white of freshly fallen snow, and its mane waved in the slightest movement of the body or the least bit of wind.
"Good morning, Clearsky," Bannon said to the unicorn. He reached into the small bag he wore around his waist and brought out a carrot from his parents' garden.
"Good morning, Bannon," Clearsky answered him. The unicorn (it was neither male nor female but "it" did not suffice to name such a beautiful creature so like a boat we will refer to it as "she") took a bite of the carrot but did not deign to take it from the boy, the boy smiled as the unicorn munched appreciatively, for this was a treat it did not feed upon otherwise. "What brings you to the glade on such a warm spring day? Surely you are needed on your parents' farm?"
"I wanted to see you again, of course, but I also need your help, Clearsky. Widow Mary of Brookside is ill with a high fever and cough and I need your help to find the herbs she needs to cure her before she is too weak to live. I love her so much, I pray for your help." Bannon said.
"When have I ever denied you anything, dearest Bannon?" Clearsky said. "I cherish your friendship and company very much."
Bannon grinned. "And the carrots and turnips." he added.
Clearsky nickered, a chuckle. "Of course those, too. But I would help you just the same for giving aid to those who need it benefits both the receiver of the aid and the one who gives it. Get on my back and I shall take you to where the herbs you need grow, and tell you how to prepare them."
The boy got up on the unicorn's back, held the carrot down to let his faithful unique steed take another bite, and the two trotted off into the brush.
Soon after, into the glade rode a man on horseback, his bearing and clothing with his heraldic device on his breast said he was of noble birth. His hair was solid black, his body was well-muscled from the strict training of use of the sword and armor and other battle weapons, he was also as handsome a man in face and bearing as he could be, for the nobility could wed whatever maids they chose, and chose only the fairest of the country's women to take for wives or lovers. This man was named Raimon and he was third in line for the Duchy of Westfield, and thus his best hope for a better life was quests such as this one, to find and slay a unicorn.
He got down from his horse and cast around the ground, spotted the hoofmarks of the unicorn which were unique to the beast and nodded, and set off in a slow pursuit.
The nobleman had to keep searching as he went, so he didn't catch up to the two until they were back in the clearing where Bannon had first met the unicorn and they were discussing how to prepare the herbs, when the nobleman burst into the clearing with his bow strung with an arrow.
Bannon saw the man and shouted out, "No, no, stop, stop, please, don't hurt her, don't hurt her!"
Clearsky heard the words and seeing the man with the bow-and-arrow, made a spectacular jump and landed in the brush and was out of sight in an instant.
Raimon was of course furious with the boy. "What manner of bewitchment are you under, lad, that you would warn that beast of my presence! I could have taken its head and won with it a great honor at court!"
"I couldn't let you kill Clearsky!" Bannon cried out. "She's my friend!"
"Your friend?" Raimon was astonished. "What sort of infernal magic is this, child! Has that beast bewitched you?"
"No, no, no, no, no!" Bannon protested. "She's my friend, I tell you. I bring her gifts of carrots and turnips, and she shows me where to find healing herbs such as these!" he opened his bag and showed them to the bewildered nobleman. "She has helped my village again and again, and I won't let you hurt her, I won't, I won't, I won't!" He flung himself at the burly man and thudded on the strong breast with his balled up fists, doing no palpable damage.
"Easy, child, easy. Tell me more about these healing herbs." the man said.
Bannon wiped his tears. "I must get back to the village, Widow Mary is in grave condition. Pray, let me return and talk to you."
"Better, let me give you a ride into town." Raimon offered.
Bannon accepted and he rode behind the strong nobleman, his hands clasped around the firm, slender waist and breathed in the husky aroma of the powerful man that had come into his life.
Raimon watched as Bannon told the daughter of Widow Mary how to prepare the herbs, boil this one, give her this one to eat as is, and so on, and let her drink the other in warm water, and the old woman drank, and her pains were eased. The knight paid Bannon's family to let him reside with them for a three-day and they accepted for the money let Bannon's mother buy good food for all of them.
She had intended to give Raimon Bannon's bed, but when Raimon learned of that, he said, "Nonsense, goodwoman, let your son and I share the bed if there is room, for I grew up having to share my bed with my two cousins, and find a lonesome bed to be less comfortable than one would think, and your son can warm me in the cool night."
"He will kick you a good bit as well, I fear," the goodwife replied, "but if you wish it, let it be on you. Bannon, take the finest care of our guest, and he may remember you if he comes into a fortune."
Bannon's room was small but neat and Raimon looked it over approvingly. "Your family lives well."
"It's because of my friendship with Clearsky," Bannon said pointedly. "The whole village knows that I am friends with her, and they bring us gifts and I can get them the medicines they need for their illnesses by asking Clearsky where to go. Didn't you see how healthy everyone in my village is, we have very little sickness. The Plague came through and Clearsky showed us how to cure it, almost nobody died from it. We would suffer greatly without the help of Clearsky."
"Enough, enough, I am persuaded," Raimon said, laughing. "Let us now go to sleep. I am now interested in the herbs you found and what they were and how to fix them. That is also information I can use to gain my fortune."
"It also doesn't harm Clearsky," Bannon sighed in relief.
Both of them stripped naked, for this was only the way that everyone slept in this kingdom. Their clothing was often loaded with the dust of the day and uncomfortable to lie down in all night long. The bedding was also comfortable and soft and could keep one warm enough, especially with a fellow bedmate's warmth beside you.
Being a boy curious about adulthood, Bannon cast a peek at Raimon's groin and saw the man's endowment, a generous slab of man meat, dangling between two plump balls coated with a sparse growth of pubic hairs, which were heavier above the genitals. His body hair was tenuous but present on his chest, and his muscles gleamed in golden arcs in the candlelight.
Bannon looked up and saw the nobleman's eyes upon him and flushed, but the man's smile was kindly. "Yes, I am a man like any other," he said to the boy.
"I wasn't thinking that," Bannon mumbled. "I was...just curious."
"Curiosity is normal in any boy," Raimon continued. "Would you like the near or far side of the bed?"
"Ummm, the near side, please."
"Very good," Raimon got into the bed, and the boy saw the dong wavering as he climbed in, it seemed to be stiffening. But the covers went over the man before he could be certain, Raimon lay on his side facing the boy and said, "Your turn now."
Bannon got in and lay facing the man who promptly lay on his back. The bed was smallish, and Bannon found himself near the edge with the man in this position. "I am crowding you." Raimon noted.
"I sleep on my side," Bannon demurred.
"But you might fall off this way. I know, let me tuck the cover under you as you lie on your back, then if you turn on your side, it will still remain to keep you safe." Raimon returned to his initial sideways pose and Bannon rolled onto his back and the nobleman scooted very close to the boy to reach over him to tuck the covers under the boy's body.
As he did, Bannon felt the man's stiff cock rubbing on his hand nearest the man. The shifting body as it grabbed and pushed the cover under the boy was moving the prick back and forth and the warm shaft slipped across the back of his hand and a small trace of precome was deposited on his skin.
Bannon grew bolder and turned his hand over and gripped the dong as it moved, and Raimon loosed a small gasp but didn't stop in his errand, the movements kept working the dick and the precome increased.
Raimon finished and he lay back as much as he could (he ended up against the wall partially) and his far arm snaked over and fumbled and found the small rod of Bannon and gripped it. "Ahhh!" he sighed. "I haven't felt a rod like this since I was a lad of your years and in bed with my cousins, playing and laughing in the dark," he sighed. "I have missed those days greatly."
"I know not of such things, for I have always lived alone," Bannonn gasped. "But when your manhood stroked across my hand, it was like my body knew what to do and my hand turned of itself, and now I know why it turned, for this is the gateway to such pleasure as I have never known before!"
"Ahhh, gentle innocent child, it would be my greatest joy to show you all the things that I know that brings a man joy with another man, and this is but the first of them, let us do this for a moment only, and then I shall show you more."
"I agree," gasped Bannon and the two of them began to pump each other's dongs with a shared delight, Raimon for the nostalgia of his youth and Bannon for the glory of discovery. Both found the delight exhilarating, but Raimon remembered the rest of what he wanted with this delightful child and he said, "Now, my little lover, if I may, I shall show you the next thing that can delight a man or boy you are sharing your bed and your body with as we are."
"I am yours to do with as you choose," Bannon sighed.
Raimon had trouble moving in the small bed, but he managed to get where he could bend down and wrap his lips around the small rod of the boy who gasped when the warm lips surrounded his young love-pole and he moaned and thrust his body upwards trying to drive his cock upwards even deeper into the mouth, though Raimon was taking all of it with every move. Raimon moved a couple of dozen times, then he said, "Now, my tiny tender love, let us both move so that we may similarly pleasure each other in this way."
That was easier than the single oral session for Raimon returned to his original sideways pose and Bannon flipped himself upside down and they were quickly in the right position to engage in a happy sixty-nine position. Raimon said, "this is only the second of the three ways I can show you, so let us again only take this a little ways and then pause again."
Bannon moaned in his frustration at this, but couldn't deny his desire, and he dove onto the large thick dong and Raimon had to give him some coaching on how to suck a man's cock, far more difficult than his own manipulation of Bannon's diminutive dong.
Soon Raimon was gasping as much or more than Bannon, for this boy was the ultimate lover for him, as he quickly realized that his own dalliances with women had always lacked something, and he had found it here, in this boy, in this room, in this night, in this village. Oh, the joy of discovery!
He bent to his manipulations of Bannon's willy with a will and poor Bannon was unable to avoid his own young climax and he shook and shivered and his young prick throbbed in an effort to deliver more than a slight flow of young undeveloped seminal fluid from his prick, "AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHHH, AH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he quavered out in his rapture.
Raiman pulled his cock away from Bannon and he said, "My humble apologies, young Bannon," he said. "I should have realized your virginity would be rather volatile in its behavior, I expected more control in your climax. The fault is mine, but I shall still give you some joy in the third way of making love. I promise you that."
Bannon was weary from the orgasm he was willing and he watched as Raimon used a small bottle of oil to lubricate his cock. "Why are you doing that?" he asked, genuinely curious.
"It is because this third way involves me pushing my manhood up inside your bottom hole," Raimon explained. "If I don't do it the right way, it could injure you severely, but I hope with this to only cause a bit of discomfort for a little while. If you trust me, if you enjoy having my manhood inside of you, it will go easier."
Bannon didn't hesitate, everything had been wonderful so far! "If you tell me I will enjoy it, I am certain that I shall."
Raimon smiled. "Then turn back this way and lie on your back in the middle of the bed."
He climbed on top of the boy and he kissed the young boy gently for the first time. "Many like this position for it lets them talk and look at each other in the eyes, and kiss," he said. "Now, I will look at you and you will look at me while I push my manhood into your lower hole."
He pushed the glans up against the boy's anus, paused briefly, kissed the lad, and then rose up and gave his hips a long, slow, gentle push, driving his cock slowly into the soft, young, virginal bowels. Bannon sighed and gasped, but he did not make a single sound of pain. His hands tightened on Raimon's biceps where they were holding him, but they did not clench too tightly as to cause pain. Raimon drove in to where over two-thirds of his nine inches were inside of the lad, and then he stopped. "There, I have pushed enough of myself into your body that I can make proper love to you," he said. "How does it feel to you."
"Like the gates of Heaven have opened to me," sighed Bannon. "Like the angels are arrayed to welcome me there, that I have been blessed beyond all Men, that this is the most important moment of my Life. Oh, oh, transport me, Raimon, transport me across that length to the entranceway!"
"I shall do my best," Raimon replied and he began to move, slowly at first to make sure he did not injure the young boy's bowels, then faster as he found the way unimpeded. He saw the boy's delight was genuine, for his cock was brushing the young intestinal walls and was grazing the prostate glands as it moved back and forth, causing the young body to flare with delight at every move. The boy gasped and moaned and Raimon found his own joy rising quickly, knowing that even though he had brought the boy to climax already, this was bringing the lad even more pleasure.
"Uhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh, ohhhh, ahhhhh, uhhhhh, Bannon, my own joy is near!" Raimon gasped. "I shall erupt into you, spray a load of my cock's liquid into you, it is only sprayed out when I make love, so treat it as a physical act of love, ohhhhhhhh, ahhhhhh, ohhhhh, I can't delay this any more, I must do it now, oh, oh, now, now!" Raimon thrust erratically into Bannon's rump and then suddenly froze in position and cried out, "AHH-AHH-AHH-AHH-AHH-AHHHHHHHH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
True to his word, Bannon felt the hot rush of the juicy jizz into his ass and he felt the gush as a transformation of his soul and his being, and he knew that he was now forever changed within. What he now was, he did not know, but it was complete and changed him through and through.
Raimon finished and lay atop him gasping, barely keeping his own weight from crushing the boy with his elbows holding part of his weight. "Ohhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhhhh!" He sighed. "So good, so very, very good!" he sighed.
"Yes, yes, it was." Bannon sighed.
They fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next day, Raimon asked Bannon to summon Clearsky to see if the unicorn would teach him about the various herbs and grasses and how they worked and for what illnesses.
"Clearsky! Oh, Clearsky!" Bannon called.
Clearsky came and ran toward him but stopped dead in her tracks a short distance away! "Ohhhh, ohhh, Bannon!" she cried. "What have you done?"
"Done? I don't understand!" Bannon replied.
"Your body, your smell, your very spirit. You have been...altered! I can no longer approach you, I cannot bear to be with you! Ohhhh, oh, Bannon, we can no longer be friends! Go away, Bannon, go and never seek me again!" The unicorn turned and ran off into the bushes.
No matter how much Bannon called, the unicorn didn't come back.
Bannon ran over to where Raimon waited a short distance away and threw himself into the man's arm. "Ohhhh! Ohhh, Clearsky has abandoned me!"
Raimon was at first puzzled, then understood. "The unicorn only comes to those who are unknown to sex," he said. "When you and I made love, the bond between the two of you was broken. I am so sorry, Bannon, I should have realized this. I should have thought of it, but I did not."
He held the boy while he wept. When the boy was silent, Raimon said, "Please, Bannon, let me do what I can. You have learned much with Clearsky. I shall stay with you a time, and you and I will roam these woods and try to find and gather these herbs you have gathered with Clearsky and find the ones that worked for you in the past. They will serve Mankind well if you can remember them. You and I can help so many people this way."
"Yeah," Bannon said and he smiled up at Raimon. They would be together for many days and nights this way.
It was the end of innocence...but the start of something new and maybe even better.
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