The Boys and the Traveler

The short talk, the stealthy kiss and the almost accident-like touch made, that the two boys agreed, that Jamie would visit Kyle one of the next evenings. He told Collin of the plan, who thought it a great idea and who even came up with a bottle of wine at the evening involved.

“Where did you get that?”, Jamie asked astonished.

“I really couldn’t tell….somebody gave it to me. But I don’t drink wine, so maybe you boys like it”.

In high spirits and with equal high hopes Jamie walked to the village, armed with his bottle of wine. It was quiet difficult to find Kyle’s house in the fading light of dusk, but after some searching he found the small crofter’s cottage a little distance outside the village. It would be too hard to call it derelict, but it needed some new painting. He looked for a door bell, but was unable to find one, so he knocked at the door.

Kyle opened with a flash of his enchanting smile. He looked gorgeous in a white blouse, which hung wide open and wide white trousers, which were held on his hips by a piece of colored rope.

“Welcome!” he beamed enthusiastically.

Peter entered and noticed how Kyle looked outside in a somewhat skittish way, looking for someone who might see them. Apparently satisfied that all was clear he closed the door. Only after it fell close he took his guest in his arms and kissed him. It was a kiss, which expressed tenderness and longing.

Kyle led him through on bare feet and they entered a small room. Jamie looked around. It was filled with some old wooden chairs around a table, a cabinet, a sink which was dominated by a large water pump and a pot-bellied stove. He was very well aware that Collin and he were not rich, but what he saw here was pure poverty, that reminded him of the home, which he had not so long ago fled.

“So, you live alone here?” he asked, just to start a conversation.

Kyle just nodded.

“But what about your parents? You’re not that old that you have to live alone”.

There came a sudden sadness over Kyle’s face.

“Jamie, this is 1920!” he answered.

Jamie looked at him, not understanding what he meant or wanted to say.

“My father died in the war. He was killed when his ship went down somewhere off the coast of Flanders. My mother died two years ago of the Spanish flue. So yes, I’m alone since then”.

“Oh man…..” was the only thing Jamie could say with deep compassion.

Kyle’s face cleared again and he said laughing:

“But, I’m alive so it seems I do a rather good job on being alone and to take care of myself. But, how did you end up in this pretty boring hole in the earth?”

Jamie told him how he had run away from his home down south, how he met Collin along the way and how they had been together since that day, slowly traveling north. His story got to the point, where the horse went ill near this village and how they were stuck there until the animal had recovered.

“Aye…” said Kyle, “and what does your horse have?”

Jamie shrugged, but told that it glowed all over.

“Oh that!”, exclaimed Kyle, “so you went to the village vet to have a look and the old man told you he could cure the horse, but that it would cost you a small fortune…a fortune you don’t posses!”.

“How do you know?”, asked Jamie surprised.

Kyle laughed: “I already told you I’m from around here. I know everybody over here, including this swindler, who calls himself a vet. He tells you pure nonsense. It is just the question of giving the animal the right herbs to get well again. I happen to know where I can find those herbs. I’m pretty sure I can get it up on his feet again in short time”. The last remark brought a twinkling in his eyes, making the grey green even more beautiful.

“But…” asked Jamie hesitantly, “how can you be so sure of it?”

“I may be young, Jamie, but I have a lot of experiences as stable boy, so with horses. And I had the best teacher I could wish. Of course I had some other experiences with the Laird as well while being a stable boy”.

Jamie laughed spontaneously at the last remark with Kyle joining him.

“Do you know how I call the old bastard?”, he asked with a mischievous look.

Jamie shrugged, how should he know.

“I call him the troll”, answered Kyle with a wide grin.

Jamie looked at him, not knowing what a troll was.

“A troll is a little goblin from Norway. But it is a very ugly goblin, which walks on short, thin legs, has a fat belly and a bald head. My father used to tell me bedtime stories about trolls when I was a small boy”.

Both roared with laughter. The bottle of wine got more and more empty and Jamie more and more liked Kyle…Or, was is more than just liking?

While chatting Jamie hadn’t noticed that Kyle had laid his hand on his. He only noticed it when he felt two fingers, that timidly stroked his fore-arm. He looked to the boy, who looked back with large, questioning eyes. The conversation fell dead. The only thing left were the questioning eyes and the coy stroking with the fingers.

All of a sudden Kyle stood up. He walked to Jamie, stood beside him, bended over and kissed him passionately on the lips. In reply Jamie’s hands went into the wide open blouse and stroked the boy’s nipples gently. To his pleasure he felt them harden under his fingertips. Kyle took him by the hand and led him into another small room, where he lightened an old oil lamp. In the dim light Jamie could discern a bed and a cabinet.

The delightful boy, standing in the light of the flickering flame of the oil lamp, radiated a dizzying attraction, which was only enlarged when the blouse slid of his shoulders, showing his gorgeous upper torso in all its glory. Jamie didn’t restrain himself any longer. Slowly and tenderly his finger tips followed the contours of the other’s upper arm muscles and stroked the naked skin of the shoulder blades. His lips caressed the neck of the Adonis standing in front of him.

Kyle turned around and pushed his body against Jamie’s. The last one’s hands now stroked breast and belly and went towards the rope, which kept the white trousers in their place. Slowly he licked the other’s nipples with the tip of his tongue. The only reply was a soft moaning and a movement, which pushed Jamie’s lips tighter to the chest.

Jamie took a split second break, only to breathe…then he unloosened the rope around the hips. The trousers dropped to the floor and the boy stood in s small, tight pair of drawers, in which a inviting lump was visible, in the dim light. It was a breathtaking sight!

“I just want to look at you, honey!” Jamie whispered, “I just want to burn every second of it in my memory”.

Kyle showed his gorgeous smile again, the white teeth flickering in the semi-darkness.

“Do you think I’m beautiful?” he asked in a shy and uncertain way.

“You are magnificent!” was the heartfelt honest answer.

Jamie undressed as well, keeping his drawers on. Then he pushed Kyle softly on the bed and lied down beside him.

Kyle’s hand stroked tentatively over the bump in Jamie’s drawers as if he didn’t have the courage to tear the last piece of clothing off or to get his hand inside of it. Jamie kissed him and whispered in his ear:

“Go on, love…go inside!”

Kyle took the encouragement a bit different and in one smooth move he removed the drawers of Jamie’s body. The hard, aroused javelin jumped into freedom.

“Mmmmmmm…”, a soft, delighted moan sounded.

The fingertips of the blond boy of rare beauty stroked the hard sword of the southern boy, again in tentative, almost fearful and incredibly shy movements. But Kyle overcame his apprehension and started to work on the already damp tip with is fingertips, sensual and subtle. Jamie could only close his eyes in delighted resignation…this was something he had never experienced before. It was so beautiful.

Kyle pushed his whole foreskin to the rear, uncovering the whole tip of Jamie’s sword. The fingertips kept playing very gingerly, without exhorting any pressure. They massaged his oversensitive part to the final, stimulated it to ejaculate, but stopped just in time, to restart the joyful playing again shortly afterwards, making short detours to the tight foreskin behind it, massaging and tickling every small vibrating blood vessel in it.

They played, like two foals in a meadow, impetuous, wild and passionate, forgetting everything around them, with time drifting away in a haze of blessedness.

Jamie lost all control and literally tore Kyle’s drawers off. A delicious sword appeared, somewhat smaller than his, but with a delightful, gleaming tip. He bended over and started sucking it greedily. Kyle moaned, sighed and winded and finally his explosion came. Wave after wave of delicious sperm shot into Jamie’s mouth. It tasted miraculous. He smacked satisfied and happy and looked to his friend, who was recovering from the heaven-like ordeal with closed eyes.

Jamie put his dripping tip on Kyle’s lips. He started licking it, so every now and then his tongue licking his lips to take up the nectar-like moisture. His whole dread subsided and he sucked the whole body part into his mouth, where he started to suck it vigorously. It didn’t take long: it was over stimulated and in such a rage that the eruption came very soon. The sword started shaking and pumping and blob after blob emerged in an almost endless stream.

Jamie felt the aftershocks of the eruption rumbling through his body and rolled himself on his back. Deeply in love and happy they lied besides another.

“I really wish you to stay”, whispered Kyle.

“I wish I could,” came the soft reply, “but once the horse gets well again we will move on, searching for work.”

A short laugh was heard.

“I could refuse to treat your horse, so that you will have to stay here forever”, Kyle spoke softly.

But he shook his head and continued:

“But that is not the way it works. I won’t let the horse suffer just to keep you here. I love horses too much to do that”.

A silence fell, which was filled with strokes and kisses.

After a while Kyle said:

“I want to get away from here. I feel so alone and lonesome over here. I can travel with you, can’t I?”

“That is a great idea…!” Jamie exclaimed…but then continued: “But I will have to discuss it with Collin first!”.

“He can teach me woodcarving as well. And I can take care of the horse. He won’t lack a thing, I can promise you that”.

Another silence fell.

“And I can stay with you”, Kyle continued softly, “I love you!”

Jamie looked at him. The grey green eyes were wet and a tear rolled over his cheek.

“And I want you to stay with me”, he whispered.

He thought for a short while, then took Kyle’s head in both hands and said:

“My love, I can’t promise you one thing at all. But what I can promise is that I will talk to Collin and I will fight to get you on the wagon with us”.

The grey green eyes shone.

“If you tell me where your camp is, I will come tomorrow after work to treat the horse”, he said softly.

They had lost all sense of time, but Jamie felt it was already late and time to go back to camp. He dressed.

They said their good byes at the door. They kissed each other tenderly with shining, happy eyes. One last stroke and Jamie stepped into the dark night.

He took the direction to the camp, already figuring out how he was going to convince Collin that is was great to have Kyle with them.