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THE TOWER

Part 3

                  Then, one day, a young man stepped out of the forest and into the clearing. He was a Prince who had come from the distant kingdom of Kinney. The prince had short brown hair and brown eyes flecked with gold. He was thirty years old but looked much younger. He had tight muscles and was tall and brave.  He wore linen breeches and a fine linen shirt with a leather jerkin over top. He wore chaps and thigh high leather boots and skin tight leather gauntlets; he had had a horse once.

               Up to that time he had lived a wastrel life, taking advantage of the luxury he was privileged to and fucking as many guys as he could. The king and queen, his parents didn't mind him being gay but they could no longer stand him living this life with no purpose. So they turned him out of doors and told him not to come back unless he had amassed a million gold coins in wealth or found true love.

               The prince wandered far and wide and made money to live on, but nowhere near a million. Then he blundered into this forest and had gotten more and more lost. The forest was so thick and dark he had dared not leave the paths and now here he was in this clearing completely lost.

               There was someone else there. Brian stepped back into the forest and hid behind a tree.

               It was an old man with a hunched back and a fearsome wart on his nose. He stood in front of an old stone tower with a round peaked roof and a few windows at the top. The old man was calling:

Justin, oh, Justin, my son, with skin and hair so fair,

I have come, so let down your Sunshine hair!

                     A golden rope of some sort was let down. The old man climbed up and went in the window. The prince sat down to wait.

               A few hours later, the golden rope was let down again and the man climbed down. He had a pinched, pissed off look on his face and he spun on the spot and vanished away. The rope was pulled up.

               Brian waited a few moments. Then he went up to the tower and called:

Justin, oh, Justin, with skin and hair so fair,

I have come, so let down your Sunshine hair!

               A young man with sky blue eyes and long blond hair came to the window and looked down at him curiously.

               "You're not Father. Who are you?"

               "I'm Brian," said Brian, "Actually, Prince Brian."

               "Really. How interesting. Prince of what?"

               "A place a good deal from here, called Kinney Kingdom."

               "Oh. Are you a man?"

               Brian smiled a slow, shit eating grin that made most men weak in the knees. "Yes. I am most definitely a man."

               "Oh, I see. You'll have to excuse me but I've never seen another man before except for father, and well, he's Father, you know?"

               "I'm beginning to get a picture. Say, let down your hair and let me up. It's getting dark out here and I want to get to know you better."

               Justin looked around and thought for a minute. "Yes, I suppose you'd better. There's nowhere else for you to go anyway," he added, cryptically.

               The hair came down and Brian climbed up. It felt soft and smooth under his leathered hands. He swung his legs in the window and turned.

               "My goodness, your hair is so silky for such long..." the words stuck in his throat. Before him stood a young man, only eighteen or so, blue eyes, sweet face, dressed in a simple blue suit. The young man spoke and said, "Why thank you. I wash it every night. It's quite a job and takes a long time."

               "I -I guess so."

               "What's the matter? Why are you looking at me like that?"

               "Like what?"

               "Like - like - I don't know!" Justin said, miserably. He turned away. "Father never looks at me like that."

               "I should hope not." Brian took a step closer. "What's your name?"

               "Justin. Justin Taylor."

               Brian stepped closer. "Justin. Look at me."

               "Hesitantly, Justin looked up. His cheeks turned pink and he turned away again. Slowly, he looked up again straight into Brian's eyes. "Your eyes are beautiful, Brian."

               Brian reached out and cupped Justin's chin. He stroked Justin's cheek with a leathered thumb.

               Justin jerked and shuddered as he felt that sensual, leathered caress. He'd never felt anything so...so good in his entire life. He pulled away.

               "I'd better pull in my hair," he said, and did so. Brian helped him.

               "I - I don't know what...I...Thank-you, Brian.

               Brian felt an unfamiliar warmth spread through his belly as the young man used his name. What was happening to him? He never felt this type of pleasure before. But then again, he'd never met a young man who was immune to his charms before, so soft-spoken and polite. Usually, he'd have had the young man naked and bent over by now.

               "When you look at me, you make me feel warm. No, hot. All over. And my tummy's all scared."

               "Scared?"

               "Oh, a good kind of scared. Kind of nervous and fluttery but excited as well. I never felt this kind of scared before."

               "Actually, I'm feeling it too. Kinda scares the shit outta me cause I've never felt this way before either but I do know what it's called. It's called love."

               "What's love?"

               "I don't really know. It's when two people feel connected, feel like they need to be as close as they can to each other and when they're not, it hurts inside. Usually I make an actual connection with my body. I kiss a guy and stroke him with my hands and fuck him. But I feel all nervous and happy with you just being with you."

               "Father says sex is dirty. He likes me pure. That's why I'm in this tower. He doesn't want women touching me that way. But he doesn't need to worry. I keep telling him women don't interest me. But he doesn't listen to me. So, I'm stuck here. And now, so are you. I'm so sorry." A single tear ran down his cheek.

               Brian reached out and wiped it away. Justin shuddered with pleasure again.

               "What do you mean? You said that before?"

               Justin explained about the dark and evil creatures hiding in the forest and the fact that all the paths were enchanted to lead back here to the tower.

               By this time, Justin was sitting on the bed and Brian sat beside him. "Is this OK? Since we're stuck here together?"

               Justin nodded, smiling a little.

               "So you said, women don't interest you. What does interest you?"

               Now Justin blushed to the roots of his hair.

               "Justin? What interests you?"

               "You'll laugh."

               "Try me."

               "Pickles," he whispered.

               Brian tried to keep a straight face, failed. "Pickles??"

               "Oh, I knew you'd laugh. Father thinks it's disgusting. But I can't help it. I love them. Long, crisp, sour pickles. I'll show you."

               And he did.

               And Brian smiled, a wide, knowing grin. He knew what Justin was really after.

               Brian took a pickle. "You know, I quite like these things too." And he deep throated the pickle even further down than Justin. His gag reflex was long gone.

               Justin sat up as if he were burned. "You can do it too! I'm not the only one! Then you must know! You must know what comes next! I always feel like I'm reaching for something, but I don't know what for. Please tell me! Please!" He knew he was pathetically begging but he couldn't help it. He was so desperate. He grasped Brian's hands. Brian stroked his palms with a finger each and Justin gasped at the sensation.

               "Yes, I know. You're not interested in women because you are interested in men. You're gay. A homosexual."

               "Men have sex?"

               "Yes, Justin, they do." Brian leaned over and kissed Justin's mouth softly and gently.

               Justin smiled. "That was nice. Does it get better?"

               Brian nodded and smiled. He kissed Justin again, dipped him, and flicked his tongue, seeking entrance. Justin opened his mouth and was treated to the feeling of that tongue filling his mouth, stroking, seeking his own and sucking it. Justin sighed and lay down more fully on the bed where he and Brian kissed and sucked for Justin didn't know how long. Periodically they'd come up for air but Justin would sigh, "More, please," and Brian was helpless to deny him.

               Finally Brian broke off the kiss. "Do you want me to stop? Tell me now, because there will come a time where we both won't be able to and I'm fast approaching it." His breathing was ragged.

               "You mean there's more?"

               "My God, you really are virginal aren't you?"

               "I told you, you are the first man, first person, really, I've ever seen besides my father."

               "Wow!" Brian rolled over on his back and rested his head into his hands. He scanned the room. "So, what's with the hair?"

               "Father told me the day scissors were put to my hair would be the worst day of my life."

               "Justin, that's not true. Look at my hair, it's been cut lots of times and nothing bad's happened. It's just hair. It'll grow again."

               "Why would he tell me that, then?"

               "I shouldn't wonder if he planned this all along. Trap you up here when he couldn't control you anymore but still have a way of coming and going himself."

               Justin started to object but the more he thought about it, the more he thought Brian might be right. Everything his father told him seemed to have been designed to control him.

               "I think you may be right. But what am I to do? What are WE to do? We're both trapped now!"

               "Well, the first thing to do is break the symbol of your bondage! Are you ready?"

               "I'm a little frightened. I've never had my hair cut...Ohhh, just do it!" Justin flipped over onto his stomach and closed his eyes.

               Brian pulled out his hunting knife and grabbed Justin's hair. He sliced it near the nape of his neck and tied the end of the enormous ponytail to the bedpost. He pushed the rest of the hair off the bed and had a look at his blond boy now.

               Fuck! He was even more beautiful on this side. Such a lush, tight, butt. And his hair, golden blond and beautiful feathered out across his shoulders. Brian sheathed his knife.

               "How did it go?" asked Justin, his voice muffled by the pillow.

               "It's more beautiful then ever," said Brian, "The endings are a little ragged but once we get back to my place, we'll get it cut proper."

               "What did you say?" asked Justin, turning over.

               "I said we'll get it proper when we get back to my place."

               You want me to come back with you?"

               "I want more than that. Justin, I'm gonna be honest with you. I've had sex with other guys. A LOT of other guys. But they all knew what they were doing. They didn't need me and I didn't need them. I understand now why my parents sent me away, to find someone who needs me. To find someone who I need. I think I've found that someone. I need you, Justin. I need to help you. And I need you to let me help you. And I don't need this but I want to be the one to teach you how to love so you can move beyond pickles."

               "I want that too, Brian. I need you too."

               "Good."

               "Wait. You said your parents sent you away. Will they let you come back? Why did they do that?"

               Brian sighed. He didn't like admitting his faults. But he was being given no choice. He found he could not resist Justin's wide, innocent, blue eyes.

               "Well, as I just said I was spending a lot of time having sex. I ate. I drank. I fucked. But I wasn't interested in a trade or hobbies or...well anything creative or worthwhile. So my parent sent me on a quest to earn a million gold coins or find a true love. Money's not really important to me. It's a toy or a tool to make things happen and I made enough to live on in my travels but nowhere near a million. I've been traveling for a while now. But I think I can go home now. I know we just met, Justin but I think...I think you're it. I think you're the love I've been looking for. I can't promise you everything will be perfect. Life's not a fairy tale. But I'd like to try."

               "I'd like to try too, Brian. And most of all I want out of this fucking tower!"

               "How much time to we have before he comes back?"

               "He won't come back until the day after tomorrow."

               Brian looked out at the now dark sky. "Then it looks like we have all night." He smiled a sultry smile.

               Justin matched his smile. "Looks like it. So...are you still up for teaching me what comes next?"

               Brian smiled and nodded and brought his lips to Justin's in another mind melting kissing session.

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THE FOLLOWING IS RATED M!!! THE FOLLOWING IS RATED SUPER M ! YOU WERE WARNED!

               As they kissed, Brian ran his hands up and down Justin's body, over his arms across his chest, down his legs and then back up. He tried to unbutton Justin's shirt but found his hands too clumsy in his leather gloves, even though they were skintight. Impatiently, he started to yank one off with his teeth. Justin took hold of his wrist, stopped him.

               Slowly, Justin took each finger into his mouth and sucked on the leather, and breathed deep, smelling the new, intoxicating fragrance of the leather. As he reached the tip he nipped and pulled. He did this all the way to the pinky and then all the way back to the thumb. Then all the way back to the pinky. It took a tortuously long time to get that gauntlet off and Justin knew it. But Brian was too amused by the seductive, mischievous look in Justin's eyes to rush him.

               At last the fingers were loose enough and Brian ripped off the gauntlet and threw it...somewhere. He mashed his lips to Justin's mouth in a savage taking that took Justin's breath away. Brian undid the buttons at last and plunged his hand inside, feeling Justin's smooth chest, the wonderful sensation of skin on skin at last.

               Justin moaned and writhed. He knew. He finally knew what he had been reaching for. This touching, this exquisite pleasure that was nearly pain, was what he had been reaching for his entire life. He reached up and grasped the back of Brian's head, ran his fingers through his hair, and pressed Brian's mouth more fully onto his own, encouraging his tongue to go deeper into his mouth. Brian obliged but still it was not enough.

               Still kissing madly, Brian tugged and pulled and finally ripped off his other gauntlet. He framed Justin's face, kissed him deeply, ran his fingers through his ragged hair and peppered him with kisses all over his face. He moved down to his ear; bit an earlobe and then his neck. Then further down, and licked a rosy nipple which instantly hardened. Oh really? Brian nipped gently on it.

               Justin cried out and arched upward as an electric current of pleasure ran from his nip down to his cock which was huge and hard already, making it throb. "Oh God, Brian, what was that?" His eyes flew open and he jackknifed up to find his shirt was completely gone. How had THAT happened?

               "I'll show you." Brian bit his other nip and an even more intense sensation ripped through Justin. "Hmmm, looks like you're into chestplay. This WILL be fun!"

               Brian played with Justin's chest, sucking, biting, twisting, until Justin was a mindless, helpless mess, writhing in ecstasy. Brian's hands were everywhere but suddenly they reached Justin's cock and stilled. "Look at me, Justin."

               Justin's breathing was ragged but he stilled as well and obeyed Brian. He couldn't speak.

               Brian slowly undid his pants. Justin's breath caught in his throat. He knew that that was the center of his manhood, a most secret and private place, the core of his purity and his father had instilled in him that no one, not even Justin himself was to touch it. Justin felt a wild excitement that he was about disobey his father for the first time in his life and a deeper, wilder joy in that HE DIDN'T CARE! No, more that that, he was GLAD!

               "Pull them off, Brian," he said.

               Brian smiled and yanked. In seconds, Justin was naked; his dick was free and curved up 9" onto his belly.

               Brian smiled and gasped as if he'd received a wonderful birthday present. He took hold of that beautiful cock and began to slowly stroke it.  A slow tightness began to build in Justin.

               Brian stopped and began to undo his jerkin. Justin sat up, put Brian's hand back on his cock and began to undress him.

               Brian smiled and slowly, almost languidly continued to play with Justin's cock. Justin undid the jerkin, pulled it off. Brian pinched a nipple.

               Justin gasped as the tightness coiled tighter but he continued. He got a few buttons undone but as usual, Brian got impatient and jumped off the bed. He ripped off the rest of his clothes in a whirlwind. When at last, he unzipped his boots and pulled out of them, Justin was overjoyed.

               Brian was beautiful. A tight, beautiful belly, a deep, hard chest, nice arms and a cock that was as big and hard as his own.

               Brian dived back on the bed and together they rolled around touching and stroking and laughing and rubbing and kissing and play wrestling and kissing some more.

               Finally, Brian ended up on top and he straddled Justin and trapped both his wrists in on large hand.

               "And now, my little ray of Sunshine! I'm going to show you why you like pickles so much!"

               Brian laved his tongue on Justin's neck. Then, down his chest where he lazily but thoroughly sucked one of his nipples. He held Justin hostage and felt Justin struggle in pleasure and frustration.

               "Fuck! Brian, let me go! If I don't touch you, I'll die!"

               "Tough. Live with this!" And Brian sucked on his other nipple. Justin bucked and yelled in pleasure.

               Brian licked his way down lower and lower. Finally, he reached the tip of Justin's cock. He licked the end and at the same time, slowly ran his hand slowly down Justin's arms. Justin raised his head and watched as Brian reverently licked and sucked the end of his cock. It felt unbelievable. Brian pushed his tongue into the slit and Justin's head was down again. He grabbed onto the sheets and his toes curled.

               In one swift movement, Brian dipped his head and engulfed Justin's cock Justin gasped and lifted himself up on his elbows to watch this new wonder. Brian was easily deep throating his cock just like he had the pickle and it felt...great! Justin felt that coiling pleasure in his core again coiling tighter, tighter, tighter, as Brian sucked faster and faster and faster.

               The coiling pleasure came to a head and there was a flash of ultimate pleasure that ripped through Justin from top to toes. He gave a long shout of pleasure and joy.

               "What was that?" gasped Justin.

               Brian suckled greedily at his cock a few more times, and swallowed, "Ahhh, Sunshine, you're delicious!"

               "Thank you. I think. Brian, what was that?"

               "It's called an orgasm. The climax of the sexual act. How do you feel?"

               "I feel...fantastic. Oh...but I need a bathroom break."

               "Hurry back. We're not done."

               Justin did his business quickly and returned.

               Brian was waiting for him, lying on his back, eyes closed, with his own cock curved gently over his stomach. Justin looked at him for a moment, memorizing his beauty.

               "What's next?" he asked climbing back on the bed.

               Brian indicated his cock. "It's your turn. Remind you of anything?"

               "Mmmmm...it sure does."

               Justin bent over and copied Brian's ministrations as best he could. He pretended it was the pickle only this one did not run out. It was silky and soft and hard all at once and it filled his mouth deliciously. After years of practice, Justin had no problem deep throating the beautiful cock. With occasional, gentle coaxing, Brian showed him different techniques but mostly Justin was fine on his own. In no time, Brian was groaning and writhing around just as Justin had been, the pleasure of Justin's rosy mouth driving him insane. Mindlessly, he reached out, stroked Justin's hair, his sweet, creamy skin, tweaked his nips again.

               Justin gasped and stroked and sucked Brian in return. In no time, he was fully stimulated again.

               Finally, Brian could stand it no longer. Grabbing Justin, He pulled him up off his cock and kissed him deeply, tonguing him deeply. Then, he straddled him and pulled up looking deeply into Justin's curious blue eyes.

               "And now my beautiful, blond morsel, it's time for your last lesson."

               Justin's eyes widened. He reached up and stroked Brian's wide chest and played along. "Oh, my big, bad Prince...what are you going to do to me?"

               "I'm...going...to pack...your...fudge!" he growled out.

               "Oh...but I don't have any candy," Justin protested, sincerely.

               Brian knelt there, straddling Justin's thighs just below his cock. With arms akimbo, he threw back his head and laughed a deep, delighted hearty laugh. Justin thought he was the most beautiful thing in the world. But for the life of him he couldn't think what was so funny.

               Brian quickly removed a few items from his backpack. Then he engulfed Justin's cock in a single move and sucked him into total submission.

               At the same time, he spread his asscheeks and started to play with Justin's asshole. Justin felt an itch, a strange, new desire he couldn't place. He moaned and lifted his legs to give Brian better access. 

               Brian smiled to himself and licked his way down to his ass and started to rim him. Justin moaned louder as pleasures he didn't know were possible ran through him like warm honey. He never wanted this to end.

               Brian took the first item, which was a bottle of lube and coated two fingers with it and pressed one to Justin's hole. Carefully, he pressed inside, sliding slowly half way in, then all the way. Then two fingers.

               Fuck! He was so tight! Justin gasped in pain at first at the intrusion and then took a deep breath as Brian continued to finger-fuck him. As he relaxed the sensations became more and more pleasurable and all he wanted was more. He moaned and started to buck against Brian's fingers. He was ready.

               Brian took his second item, a small square packet. He opened it and rolled on a clear flexible sheath over his cock.

               "Wha - what's that?" Justin asked, curiously.

               "It's called a condom. It's protection."

               Justin sat up. "You don't need protection from me. I promise, I'll never hurt you," He reached up and stroked Brian's cheek with his thumb.

               Brian mirrored his action in such a tender way that Justin nearly wept with the beauty. He was surprised to see a tear run down Brian's cheek.

               "I know, love. It's to protect you...from me. It may be nothing but I won't know until we get back home." He kissed Justin deeply. "I'll explain more later. But not tonight. Just not tonight." They kissed again, slowly, hotly, in a melting, melding way that transcended both of them in both mind and body. Brian held onto the back of Justin's head and slowly lowered him back down. Slowly, reluctantly, he broke the kiss and rose up, looking directly into Justin's eyes.

               "What are you going to do to me?" Justin whispered, scared and excited.

               "Justin, do you trust me?"

               Blue looked up into brown. "Yes. I'm a little scared. But I will trust you."

               Brian slicked himself up and put more lube on Justin's asshole. He lifted Justin's legs up and pushed his cock gently inside and entered a few inches.

               Justin gasped at the sensation. Brian began to rock, pushing further and further with each slow thrust. It felt incredible. Even with the lube, Justin's virgin hole was so beautiful, so tight. He stared into Justin's eyes the whole time and Justin stared back, mesmerized. He felt Brian's cock filling, filling, filling him up, filling an emptiness that he never knew was there. He arched, encouraging Brian to go deeper and deeper.

               And Brian did. Each thrust went deeper and deeper and suddenly with one long thrust he buried himself to the hilt. He began moving all the way in and out and faster and faster. With the lube, Justin felt amazed at the sensation and bucked harder and harder, matching Brian's thrusts. He felt a wild pleasure building and building as Brian rammed him harder and harder. And then that was the only name for it. Brian rammed him hard and fast and stroked Justin's cock at the same time. Justin's head was knocked back into the pillow over and over and the pleasure became more and more intense. His eyes rolled back into his head. He was filled up more and more and more, and then the only thing that existed in the world was Brian and himself and the wonderful fullness inside him. The pleasure built and built and again he exploded and was consumed by a soul shattering orgasm and he blew enough cum to cover his entire chest.

               Brian was waiting and with a final thrust came with a long, controlled climax that seemed to build until it was nearly pain. He gave a loud, long, wild shout of pleasure, triumph and satisfaction and fell forward joining them together with cum and kisses of fierce joy.

               They cooled. The world came back and intruded.

               A little later, they lay in the tub, having a nice soak. Justin lay with his back against Brian's chest. He was still trying to control his breathing when he heard Brian say:

               "Fuck, this is nice! I love doing it in the tub! You ready for another round?"

               Justin whipped his head around in disbelief and stared at Brian, his eyes round as coins.

               Brian's smile was lazy and cocky. Justin felt his erection grow underneath him.

               And then Brian's mouth captured his in a hot and possessive kiss of total domination.

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