Corden was working in the garden, his hoe slowing working down the line of the bean plants, cutting the weeds while small to keep them from choking their development, diminish their productivity. His eyes rose briefly to see the amount he had done, the amount remaining. His back ached, his arms were weary, but he worked on. If they didn't harvest enough from this garden, they would starve when the winter came. He could bulwark the vegetables of this garden with setting snares for rabbits and using the slingshot (he was quite good with it) to bring down squirrels and small birds. They would have to do what else they could (his elderly aunt was busily weaving so they could use the cloth for their clothes and to sell) and their flock of twenty chickens laid eggs. He had put three of them to setting on a clutch of eggs to raise chicks to let them replace those hens who were getting old and to give them a bit of meat for holidays, providing the wolves didn't get into their enclosure again. A poor life, a hard life, it took every bit of labor he could manage to keep the two of them alive. His eight-year-old body was thin, but his arms could still manage to work a hoe and maintain the garden....
He heard the nicker of a horse, straightened up and turned to see who was approaching. It was too early for the Earl's men coming to demand he quit his garden and come weed the Earl's lands. But the land he was on belonged to the Earl, this was how he had land to plant their own garden anyhow. If the Earl required his services, he would have to go.
His eyes widened as he saw who was approaching on horseback. Was he seeing things?
The horse was no worn-out, hanging head, brown horse as he had seen at times on this road, pulling a wagon or giving a ride to a slightly more prosperous peasant of this land, this was a young, healthy, snow-white stallion of a stature meant to carry those of the highest nobility of the land. Astride him was a man, young, healthy, muscled and handsome, with blue eyes and black hair, cut shorter than Corden's own "bowl cut" and his chin was quite hairless, rare for the peasantry but common in the noble circles. He sat astride the horse with his head raised and proud. This was not what had startled Corden, unusual as the sight was.
The man was completely naked and rose the horse bareback. As he got closer, he pulled on the reins with a practiced hand and looked down at the gawking boy, "I greet thee, lad. I am Sir Reniver, third son of the Duke of Polinsdale, I was attacked in the woods and my every possession was stolen from me. I ask you to give me water and food, and send word to the Earl of Shaunder that I have entered his lands. I ask...." The man's noble stance sagged, and he slumped toward Corden with his eyes closed. Only Corden's quick action to grasp him kept him from landing roughly on the ground. He was not able to stop the fall, but did keep it from injuring the man. The rider regained consciousness and staggered to his feet. Corden quickly stepped to his side and the man put his arm around the boy and together they staggered into the hut. "Aunt Maira!" Corden called out.
His aunt was at her loom and said, "Anindra help us! Get him to your bed; I will fetch the water." Corden's bed was in the same main room as his aunt's loom, he took the man there and helped him into the bed. He tried not to notice the rather ample endowment Sir Reniver was swinging between his legs as he checked for injuries.
Other than a bruise on his head hidden by his black hair, Sir Reniver was not injured, he was simply exhausted. He drank deeply of the water, then said to Corden, "Sabin. My horse. It needs water and food as well. Please."
Corden had never heard a nobleman say that to him. He bowed and hastily went outside. The horse he led to an outside corner of the hut where a supporting pole was exposed at one place, and used the reins (he found it was merely a long length of leather rope around the horse's neck) to tether the horse there. He then fetched a bucket of water from the well and held it so the horse could drink. He was able to use his scythe to cut some long grass and carried it to the horse and put it so that the horse could eat, and it nuzzled him in an animal gesture of gratitude. He patted its neck and returned to the hut.
Sir Reniver had sat up and managed to eat a bit of the bread his aunt gave him. "Poor man," she said, "You must have been lost in the forest for days."
"I was set upon in my camp," Sir Reniver said. "I must have been hit on my head while I slept for I went to bed in my blanket and I awakened as you see me now, without anything at all. Sabin must have managed to break free, for he came to my call, bereft of his saddle and all my supplies, but he had the rope around his neck. I rode him for eight days, sometimes in circles, before I found the King's Road again and came here. With no way to make fire, I slept very little and I last drank over three days ago."
"The woods are thick with footpads and one needs to ride in company and keep a night sentry if you are to travel through them," Aunt Maira advised him. "But you are safe here and we will tend you until you regain your strength. I shall walk on the morrow to the village and let the Earl know that you are here."
"I would be grateful," Sir Reniver told her. "Aid me in this time and I will see that you are rewarded."
"We are glad to serve, now rest. You are among friends here."
Sir Reniver did not object to this command, he laid back and was asleep within a moment. He slept until nightfall, when he roused and, mostly restored (he had been merely short of sleep and dehydrated) was able to share their meal with him. He regaled them from Corden's bed where he remained, with stories of the court and Aunt Maira provided him with clothing that had been Corden's father's. Corden hadn't known she had kept it, she'd had to sell so much of the belongings of his parents after their death, in order to survive until Corden was able to get old enough to contribute to the work on the farm. He had been four when they had died, four years ago come this winter.
Sir Reniver asked, and Aunt Maira agreed, that the horse would be brought indoors for the night, as they had no stable. He was tethered to a low pole in one corner and water and more cut long grass was put for him to nibble on during the night. Aunt Maira retired to the small second room of their two-bedroom hut and Corden was alone with the handsome man lying in his bed.
He looked around, debating where he could lie down (the horse had the only really good spot for a second bed) when Sir Reniver chuckled. "Pray, come, we can share your bedding well enough." To Corden's hesitancy, he added, "I shared a bed with my younger brother for some years, and if you can bear up under the snores I am told I make at times, we shall make out fine."
Corden shyly began to remove his tunic and tights, both woolen garments and the man's eyes never wavered from him as he did so. He turned his back as he pulled off his tights and then turned with his hands over his groin.
"Come now, my new young friend, no need to be bashful. You have seen much more of mine than I will see of yours while you get into bed."
This was of course true and Corden smiled and pulled his hands away and walked over to the bed. Sir Reniver, lying on his side against the wall, pulled the covers back widely and his own manhood was visible in the firelight. Corden lay on his own side with his back to Sir Reniver and the man threw the covers over the both of them. His upper arm then came over the boy and the large, warm body snuggled up to his.
"Now, isn't this better?" his husky voice whispered in Corden's ear.
"It is fair." Corden was feeling almost dizzy from the nearness and the virility of this man. He felt the man's cock against his buttocks, it was flaccid but warm and very much there. He had only dim memories of his parents, could not even remember their faces. He had thought little of it for life continues and work is hard and there was no time to sulk. But the lack of a man in his life washed over him in the form of feeling a strong need to be closer to this man, to hold and touch him and feel his strength and virility.
So when the man's hand on his chest began to move in small circles, and then slide down on his body, he just shivered and trembled at the battle-roughened hands upon his tender young flesh. He felt Sir Reniver's tool begin to stir and fatten and his breath began to speed up and get ragged.
"Don't be afraid," said the baritone sotto voce words to his ear from lips that were less than an inch away. "I wish to make some repayment to my valiant young rescuer, and while I have no coin or item of worth I can give, I can give you this, my sweet, supple, gentle friend."
Sir Reniver's hands gently pulled on Corden's body to turn him around in the bed and Corden let himself be turned until he was face-to-face with the kindly man. It felt so right to kiss him when Sir Reniver extended his face to do so, and the man's cock went into his hand as if it belonged there.
His hand worked the shaft which proved to reach to Sir Reniver's navel when erect, and the knight's deep moans of pleasure were musical to hear.
Corden slid down the body, kissing the hairy chest and his heart beating fast, he reached the hefty dong and his mouth slid over it with an ease that he wondered if he had done this in some prior life. He may have, the priests at the temple spoke of other worlds in which the souls lived, experiencing many separate and distinct lives as a form of education to stand at last in the place of Ultimate Being. His hunger for a man in his young life swarmed over him and he sped up, milking the hard shaft with speed and urgency.
"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh!" Sir Reniver moaned as his hand moved on Corden's head like an aimless spider. "Oh, gentle, dear child, you stir in my loins such joy as I have craved as never before! Never could a maiden stir me as much as you have in this brief acquaintance, and I must own you entirely! I shall prove to you now my devotion and sincerity when I say I can never replace you in my heart!"
He reached down and brought the boy's body around, swiveling him on his cock like a pivot, and with the boy's legs on either side of his face, he opened his mouth and the boy's young prick fell into it and he closed and sucked it with a beatific, beneficent look on his face.
Corden moaned and the two moved in a harmonic exchange of joy and delight. In the glowing embers left from the dying fire, their skins took on a ruddy glow, as if they had been transported into some other realm of existence, in which the human form was not as it was now, but was the colors of ochre with umber shadows, possessing two heads, four arms and four legs, which lay on the bed and moaned with two throats of ecstasy and urgency, of delight and desire, of love and longing.
Sir Reniver felt his need rising and he moved his head to one side and gasped out, "Ahhhh, dear child, my time of need is here, I must release, I must complete now, oh, oh, now!"
Corden heard his words and understood but he kept on pumping and Sir Reniver arched his hips upwards, lifting the boy with him in his ecstasy and he burst into the boy's mouth with a hot copious flood of white desire made fluid and rich, and the boy accepted the seed and drank it down as if it were the ambrosia of the gods, and as he drank he felt his soul transform and grow, expand, encompass this studly man within as an eternal part of himself.
As he did, his own young glory burst through the veil of desire and exclaimed to the universe that here I am, delight in me, revel in me, accept me as I am and will always be! He shuddered with raw joy racing through his nerves and he shook as the moaning knight continued his oral ministrations to his young turgid flesh and so he and the boy shared their joy as a single and eternal yin and yang of life and love and spirit and devotion.
As their passion dissolved into the lassitude of the ultimate release, Sir Reniver relaxed back onto the bedding and Corden was a panting soft form on his body, he sighed and said, "I thought this morning I had lost everything and was at an end, but now I see my life was only beginning."
He lovingly lifted the child again, this time with tenderness instead of desire, and he took the boy into his arms and wrapped both of them around the small form. Corden sighed and nestled his cheek against the hairy chest and heard the heart beating in the knight and it was the echo of his own heart. They went to sleep like this and slept until morning, until the delicate touches of Aunt Maira awoke them soon after dawn.
"I see you two have slept well," she said. "I will have your gruel warmed up as soon as I can get the fire going again." The fire now was only black embers, but beneath the dark shroud, the pale red heat remained and it was only a moment's work to restore it to full fire.
Aunt Maira got the gruel well warming and looking at the two in the bed staring into each other's eyes and the smile on Sir Reniver's face, she perhaps understood what had happened. She put her shawl about her shoulders and said, "I'll go now, but shall visit among the village people and talk a time, so I shall not be back until near nighttime. I hope you two will be all right while I am gone." Smiling, she went out the door and walked toward the village that lay some three miles west.
Corden and Sir Reniver arose and Corden attended to the gruel while Sir Reniver fed Sabbin, the horse had been quiet and obedient all night long, making not a single noise until its master stroked its long face, whereupon it loosed a soft, loving nicker of acknowledgment.
Corden poured the gruel into the two bowls that were his and his Aunt's (they had no more and needs must be washed after every use), and he and Sir Reniver ate, the knight making no complaint at the humble fare.
"What are your plans this day, young lord," Sir Reniver said. "And I fear I do not know your name, though I know all the rest of you so well."
"I am Corden." Corden said bashfully. "Vassal of the Earl of Besimen, at your service."
"Besimen!" Sir Reniver exclaimed. "I have left the land of Telam entirely?"
"Yes," Corden said. "You needed to have traveled north of here, and east."
"Back into the forest whence I came." Sir Reniver said. "I am in these lands without permission of your King, they shall arrest me on sight!"
"I'll hide you!" Corden promised. "I won't let them take you!" He could do this easily, as he and his aunt had a place where they could hide part of their crop from the Earl for in years of a scanty harvest, the wicked men of the Earl would come and take everything they had.
"Show me the place, and then I shall dress in peasant clothes if you have them, that should give me time to hide. Meanwhile, your land must need tending, let me labor with you, it could buy me time for they would not expect a knight to do such labor."
So Corden fetched some of the work clothes from his father, and Sir Reniver went with him into the field and they worked on the weeds that threatened to overcome the bean crop. With his labor added to the boy's, they finished the entire field by midday.
They went back to the hut for their midday meal and it felt so right after they had eaten to rest a while, and from there it was no time until they were again naked on the bed and their bodies yearning each other.
Sir Reniver had found their larder's supply of goose grease and brought it with him to the bed and he said, "If you will permit me, dearest Corden, I would love you as a man loves a woman, but if you fear this, I shall not press you the more."
Corden had thought about this most of the morning, for Sir Reniver had sounded him out with sly anecdotes about other knights and their squires. "I would be most honored to join with you, Sir Reniver, in whatever way you might wish."
Sir Reniver smiled and he got the boy on the bed and used the goose grease to thoroughly lubricate the boy's soft anus. Corden desired the man so there was no hesitation by him and his anus' behavior reflected that, and was quickly pliant to his lubricated fingers.
"Now I shall enter you, and when I do, you and I will be truly one soul," he said as he spread the grease on his own cock. "And when you are older, I shall in turn permit you to enter me, as is meet when two are as congenial as you and I."
"I am ready and eager for your manhood to enter me," Corden breathed.
Sir Reniver matched his cock to the boy's sphincter and gently pushed into Corden, his lips loosing a slow, guttural groan as he did so. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!"
Corden put his arms around Sir Reniver's chest and his legs around the man's thighs and the knight began to move with the accomplished confidence of a man who had enjoyed the favors of many a winsome wench before. Corden gasped and moaned much as they had, but the power of those sounds upon Sir Reniver were more intense than the maidens', for his heart clutched each one as a precious jewel.
His joy was rising and the strength of his thrusts increased until the boy was rocking back and forth with each jab into his body and he cried out in joy and his only words were of delight and urging the man go faster, push deeper, take more of him, take more, take all, ALL!
Rapture first struck Corden, and he clutched with both hands at Sir Reniver's biceps and squeezed hard as his joy overwhelmed him, climax shaking his young body as if it were a rag doll in a pit bull's mouth, and Sir Reniver reached his own apex, and orgasm clutched at his loins and he let out a resounding howl of joy as he blasted his hot seed into the boy's soft, warm ass, and the power of the ejaculation washed through him and he realized that he could never let this boy leave his side again.
They kissed and then the practicalities of a harsh life called and they arose and spent the rest of the afternoon repairing the chicken coop and enclosure, which was in a state of poor repair, Corden not knowing how to do the work to do more than stick boards into place here and there.
By sundown they had turned the chicken's house into a building close to being better than the hut, and Sir Reniver appraised their house with interest. "Your hut could use similar attention, I think." he judged. "I shall see what I can do on that tomorrow, that is, if...." He let the rest of the sentence drop off.
"I won't let them take you!" Corden said fiercely. "We'll fight them all, never let them take you, never!" He clung to the man shaking in fear.
"Here comes your aunt now, and she is alone," Sir Reniver said.
"Ah, I am back and I have with me some fresh bread and some sweets from the baker. He had need of a ready hand at his table and I was able to trade my work for this."
"But the Earl?" Corden asked in fear. "What did he say?"
"Eh?" Aunt Maira said, "I never went to him. I remembered on the road that your home fief of Polinsdale lay the other side of the wood, in Telam. Our land is not a friend of Telam, for they argue about those same woods in which you traveled, each claiming to own it and neither own it but the footpads such as you encountered. No, I spent my day instead as I said, and we'll talk no more about it."
Corden heard this and he turned and seized Sir Reniver and hugged him hard.
Sir Reniver stayed with Corden and his aunt and under his diligent labor, their small farm thrived and the horse, though he loved it, he sold for a goodly price and used it to buy them a freshened cow which gave them in time a calf and a source of milk as well. He took on the name of Parkduk, a brother of Corden's father, who had died in young childhood and he and Corden lived long and happily for many, many years.
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