Shelter from the Storm Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Shelter from the Storm Pt. 02

... though nothing in the world could trouble them. Moving between the tables clearing away plates were a few boys who looked a lot more like me: younger, slimmer, with shaved, boyish faces. Every single one of them was shirtless and wore a pink pair of shorts just like mine. Except -- I noticed with a lurch in my stomach -- for one boy who was wearing not shorts, but a short, pink, frilly skirt.

Heads were turning to look at me. I felt my face flush pink as several of the men gave me searching, intensely curious looks. For a moment I met the eyes of one of the men sitting near me: a tall, lean man in a flannel shirt and jeans, with flecks of grey in his black hair and bright, twinkling eyes. But I couldn't hold his gaze for more than a second before I looked shyly away. It wasn't just that he was hot. They wereall hot. It was the way he looked at me: quite openly, with no attempt to disguise the way his piercing eyes roved across my body. As though he didn't care that I knew he was looking. As though he was looking at me like I was an object, and he didn't care that I knew it.

James took me by the forearm, and led me on. Still blushing, I avoided meeting anyone else's gaze -- though I sensed that some of the shirtless boys had stopped to look curiously at me too. James led me to the far end of the hall, where we turned left, walked through another archway, and were suddenly out in the bright morning sunshine.

Blinking, I looked around, and realised we were in a large ...

... courtyard. High stone walls rose around it, some of them with staircases cut into their sides. The far wall of the courtyard was some way off, and I appreciated for the first time just how big this place was: roomy enough for a whole series of little gardens, all enclosed within the outer walls. In the middle of the space rose a tall, round tower that stood high above the rest of the fortress.

There were men moving around out here too. As I looked around, I saw something that made my breath catch in my throat. On a bench nearby, under the shade of a leafy tree, a man was sitting at his ease, relaxing, looking like he hadn't a care in the world ... while a boy knelt between his legs, sucking passionately on his cock.

The openness of it -- the way it was justhappening, out here in the courtyard, with nobody giving them a second glance -- was enough to make a giddy wave of nerves rush through me again. The man had one arm oustretched along the top of the bench, while his other hand rested casually, possessively, on the back of the slave-boy's head. He wasn't undressed, but had simply opened the front of his pants so that the shirtless, pink-clad boy could suck for him. And that boy wasreally sucking. Deep, slow, sloppy -- an indulgent, worshipful blowjob, his eyes closed, as though there were nothing that mattered in the world beyond sucking on that big, hard cock.

I looked back at James, feeling like I wanted to ask him something -- though I wasn't even clear what I ...