“Yes, to bed.” Nelhawk said and stood up, staggered. Rolf shrugged, the man could wrap himself in his cape, lie next to the fire, and sleep well enough. He doffed his boots and coat, and crawled under the covering, shifted to get as comfortable as he could given the limited padding of his bedroll. It was meant for summer excursions and the cover was rather light for this late in autumn, but it was what he had. He could pull his coat over the top of it if the night proved too cool for comfort....
The cover lifted and Rolf looked up to see Nelhawk crawling into his bedroll with him! More than that, Nelhawk wasn’t wearing either cape or breechwrap! His brief glimpse of that unwrapped cock was reinforced by feeling it pressing against his hip! “What, what, what is this?” he stammered.
The big arm went over his chest and a huge leg wrapped itself over one leg, Nelhawk was cuddling up to him! The big head was up next to his and he turned his head to look into those eyes. Nelhawk could only mean to share his bedding the way he’d shared Rolf’s food and wine.
“You can share my bed, I suppose....” was as far as Rolf got before those lips caught his and kissed him. There was a taste of wine and meat on those lips, and the feel of meat draped over his leg, growing, pulsing, seething upon his hip!
As the lips released him and began to work across his cheek and down his neck, Rolf said, “I...I did not mean when I said you could share my bed, that...oh, oh!” For Nelhawk’s hand had now cupped his groin, and his cock was giving the lie to his protestations of reluctance.
“I did not ask.” Nelhawk said quite succinctly.
“So you didn’t.” Rolf agreed and kissed Nelhawk himself. Perhaps this could be the start of a friendship in a new town and a new life. This could be even better, this was his thought as Nelhawk’s fingers undid the tie of his trousers and fished within. Rolf caught Nelhawk’s dong in his own hand and fondled the thick, hungry shaft that reached over and kissed his own with a wet, slimy touch of the slit upon his glans.
The cover turned out to be a hindrance, Rolf caught it and tossed it back, leaving them only with the padding underneath them. In that freedom of movement, Helhawk skittered around on all fours, and when Rolf felt those lips encircle his manhood, he caught the dong slapping at his cheek and stuffed it into his own!
Ah, the bliss and delight of two men sharing their bodies! He could have spent his entire life like this if his body could have endured it, the Paradise promised by the Goddess must be like this moment of life, when the nerve in his body rose in ecstasy to proclaim with tingling waves that he was alive, he was alive! Only when he was on a job did he feel even slightly like this, this was more, this was better!
He fed upon the prong that hung over him, the thick legs on either side of his head like walls that enclosed him in this warm world of delight, the shaft filling and warming his mouth and throat with throbbing male lust.
Nelhawk’s own mouth was busily bobbing up and down on Rolf’s prick, the pleasure was building up dangerously fast. Rolf began to falter as his mind was overwhelmed by the sensations rushing up through his pud into his brain, he was losing the ability to move except to send his own dong up into Nelhawk’s rapidly suctioning mouth.
Nelhawk’s response to this was to clutch at Rolf’s trousers and tug at them. Understanding, Rolf lifted his hips and his pants joined his coat at the side of his bedroll. Nude from the waist down now, Nelhawk’s maneuver to get atop him and face to face was just what Rolf expected, he lifted his legs up and wrapped them around that so-slender waist, God, those buttocks were taut and firm under his heels, they dimpled as Nelhawk’s body pushed that spit-slicked prong into his ass. There was little enough lubrication on it and Rolf grimaced, his face contorted in pain but that hard rod was not to be denied so easily, with a feeling of a ring being stretched outwards in a circle of agony, Rolf was penetrated, and the prick drove deeply within.
“Ah! hah! Ah-hah!” Nelhawk grunted as the dong drove into Rolf’s butt.
“Guhhhuhhhuhhhuhhhh!” Rolf returned as the balls slapped into his buns. Oh, God, it hurt, it hurt, but it was in now, it was in! He clung to Nelhawk’s body tightly as the dong pulled itself out, to be plunged in anew. That hurt as well, though not as much as the first invasion.
Rolf endured as the big muscled stud rammed his butt, enduring as the pain subsided and the pleasure replaced it. After some time, he was able to relax into this, relish the feel of that pud scraping his prostate with every thrust into his bowels, every motion of the body wrung fresh joy from the gland that rushed up to fill his brains anew.
Rolf clutched at the back, his nails dug into the flesh and Nelhawk grunted, his head threw back and he yelled out a call that was raw animal. “Ah-kah, yah-eeeeee!”
Rolf’s innards burned as the salty flood of jism rushed into his body, slamming against his intestinal walls and singed them with the heat of male passion. “Oh, Goddess, oh, Goddess!” He groaned as the sizzling spunk spurted into his bowels. “Goddess, oh, oh, GODDESS, OOOHHHHH!” And his own seed jetted upwards in a fountain of sperm that splashed Nelhawk’s stomach and chest, and rained down upon Rolf’s own stomach in fat splats of pearl-colored globs.