Don't Read in the Closet: Volume Four (35 page)

over the swarthy expanse of Tahir’s supine body. The trailing shapes

that Tahir’s long mane created against his bare shoulders reminded

Gustav of sinuous river grass waving in a cool river. Look at how

those prominent collarbones willingly gave way to a dazzling plateau

of proud flesh. A sculptor might weep in joy.

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Profound masculine perfection seared Gustav’s pleased mind. He

knew it would be so… he knew it. He had heard the Curamian religion

snipped the male’s foreskin. Odd to see a cock in naked glory. The

sight stiffened his cock into full arousal. Gustav’s rough fingers

lightly traced over muscular planes. “I shall say it again, Tahir; you

are wonderful, nay, beautiful in your own way. You are an untamed

force encased in perfect sleek maleness. I…” After shaking his head in

marvel, Gustav lunged down and captured Tahir’s beckoning cock

between his lips. The taste of divine musky flesh captivated his

senses.

Tahir cried out in stunned surprise and arched up his hips. The

king sucked his… by the Burning Sands! The seductive act’s

unexpectedness heightened his stroked desire. His body clenched like

a trap and throbbed in time with his heart. As he thrashed, Tahir

leaned up and filled his hands with Gustav’s thick hair. Yes, king,

yes…please… desire conquered sudden bleak memories. Tahir fought

to remain in this reality. He struggled not to ruin the moment.

Gustav’s world eclipsed down to caressing and bathing stiff, hot

flesh. He ran his fingers along Tahir’s quivering thighs. He slid them

against heavy balls. A gentle squeeze turned into a rolling caress

before ending as a firm massage. Strong fingers gripped his hair and

continued tugging. Gustav responded by tugging hard on the gift held

between his lips.

Another aching cry ripped from Tahir’s panting mouth. He flung

back against the cushions and reached his arms toward the sky. His

body swayed against the silken cushions in wanton abandonment.

Control slid from his muscles and flared up into the vines. Never had

Tahir imagined such magnificent release. A king adored him. A king

paid him homage. A king accepted him for himself, not what he might

be. A king made him feel whole. A king welcomed Tahir’s searing

orgasmic rush into his mouth. Tahir’s ecstatic cry shimmered down

into low breathless panting. He could hardly move; his sated desire

rendered his body full and heavy. Five more sucking kisses teased his

cock. He watched Gustav stand to kick off his own kilt. A limp Tahir

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languidly gazed up at the powerful King and smiled. “Quite a royal

sight, Sire.”

Relief bolstered Gustav’s vanity. He ran his hand over his taut

abdomen. “Thank you.”

“I can scarce believe I see a man who has seen seventy-two

summers. You look truly miraculous.”

A slight wince crossed Gustav’s face. “I should have never told

you the detail.”

“Why, Sire?”

“Because… I… silly to stand here wasting time complaining about

my age.” Laughing softly, Gustav returned to the cushions and

gathered Tahir’s relaxed body close. “Instead I should celebrate

beauty cuddled against me. Another thing; please stop calling me Sire.

I am not a king here; I am your new lover.” He ended his words by

lightly licking Tahir’s lips.

The stunned Tahir’s quick wits failed him. He succumbed and

enjoyed this fresh assault. Their kisses deepened into long, sensual

explorations. Hard bodies twisted and slid, flesh caressing flesh until

Tahir pushed Gustav into the cushions. Tahir smiled and teased the

adorable goatee, his fingers twirling the rich auburn hair back and

forth. “Now, my royal lover, it is time for my exploration of your

body.” Tahir leaned down. His teeth tugged at the king’s goatee. Good

to see his new lover sweated as much as Tahir. The one palace guard

must be a freak. His lips decided the king’s wet body needed a proper

tongue-lashing. His teeth bit and pulled at red chest hairs.

When Gustav’s pulsating cock entered the Curamian’s knowing

lips, the king decided someone needed to advance into the palace

guard in unusual speed. First he needed to make sure this splendid

someone occupied his royal bed as much as possible. Gustav’s fierce

orgasm claimed him entirely too fast. Ah well, what should one

expect at seventy-two?

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The men relaxed in each other’s arms. “Tahir, today I decree the

only swordplay you need is with me.”

“Captain Ivar will not feel pleased.”

“Ivar can jump in the river. Today you are my sparring partner.”

Gustav massaged Tahir’s limp cock. “Let’s work on a fresh salute.”

Tahir enjoyed the sounds of the words. He found nothing wrong

with being this king’s exclusive sparring partner.

THE SEPARATION

Tahir carefully aimed his spear and released the weapon using full

power. The tip slammed next to his first two bull’s-eyes. He smiled in

cocky satisfaction, stretched and allowed himself a slight swagger.

“Now someone acts like the show off.”

What? Tahir whirled and almost blushed in chagrin. Highly

unbecoming to have this wizard catch him strutting in pride. “Your

words are too true, Duke deWither. Since you taught me the new grip

my aim, which I thought adequate, has improved.”

“How wonderful to hear. But if I shift you a little more to the

right…” Duke deWither stood behind Tahir. He pulled Tahir close,

reached down and slid something into Tahir’s kilt pocket. He smiled

sympathetically and dropped his voice to a whisper. “He misses you.”

Tahir stared at the duke in surprise and struggled not to frown. He

aimed his tense voice into a low tone. “If he misses me badly enough

to send his friend, he should…”

Strong white fingers pinched Tahir’s firm upper arms. A voice

filled with ancient knowledge made Tahir feel small and insignificant.

“He is the king, Tahir. Never lose sight of the crucial fact. The realm

needs him. Always. The realm is his true lover, his burden, his

ultimate responsibility. You will never become before his rule. Never.

Learn the truth or give him up.”

“Forgive my stupid words. Our two times together makes me

greedy for his wonderful company. I act like a selfish child. I act

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horribly.” He glanced down. Tahir brushed his fingers against his kilt

pocket. “This honors me. Thank you, duke.”

“If you keep my friend happy I consider that thanks. Oh dear,

Dinelian keeps strangling the shaft like he hates the metal. I must

attend to his problem.”

Tahir removed his gaze from the duke’s tall form and stared at the

far-off target. His fingers itched to see what hid in his pocket, but he

knew he must wait. No. Tahir gripped his stomach, turned and

frantically stared at the sergeant at arms. “Sir, please, I need to use the

latrine. It’s urgent.”

“Go ahead.”

Tahir set down his javelin, hastened from the field and slipped

into the rough field latrine. Now what… he pulled out a tight

parchment square. A note? Trying to deaden his olfactory sense

against the stench Tahir perched on the wooden seat and unfolded the

parchment. No surprise; the writing appeared firm and precise, just

like the author’s touch.

“I miss you with all my aching heart. Political nonsense parts me

from you. I will send for you before another week passes.

A boldly inscribed “G” ended the note.

Although the foul air choked his senses, Tahir re-read the brief

note a dozen times. The king wrote him a personal note. The most

commanding ruler on the Swenendia continent took the time to send a

Noname whom he met in passion twice a romantic note.

Tahir’s simmering anger didn’t know how to respond to the

wonderful news. Kindness and consideration from a powerful man?

Gentle romantic words from a brave warrior king? Had he stumbled

into something beyond his damaged understanding? “Gustav, I want

to be with you too.” Tahir pressed his lips to the parchment, he

remembering how the king’s firm flesh tasted. His fingers refolded the

note and tucked the treasure back into his pocket.

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When Tahir fled the stench, his fellow recruits wondered why his

dazed smile almost conquered the sunglow.

THE DISCOVERY

Tahir massaged his stinging right bicep. The ache came from

lunging wildly during his final sparring match. At least his rash act

won him the match. Old Ivar acted especially hard on Tahir today but

to Tahir’s amazement, he finally earned generous praise from the

strict instructor. He stood letting cool water wash away the dust, dirt

and aches. Marvelous. The sounds of his fellow recruits swirled

around Tahir as they teased and released their remaining energy in

their boisterous manner. Most gathered around the warm water but

Tahir loved flowing sweet coolness over his skin.

Jan lightly ran down the stone steps to the practice ring’s

communal bathing room. Once at the stair’s bottom, he paused before

entering. A stunning sight greeted him. The large room displaying

wet, naked warriors stirred his soul. A colorful array of skin tones

swirled before the wizard’s appreciative gaze. Hmm, no harm in

staring, correct, but Noa might think differently.

In one corner stood the loveliest of them all. Although Tahir stood

with his back to him, Jan recognized his powerful back. His gaze

enjoyed what Gustav relished. Such full, firm buttocks. The delicious

globes looked created for intense sex. To the wizard’s amusement, his

cock twitched in sudden lust. Stop. He acted like a randy youth!

Please, enough playing the naughty voyeur. He came here to talk

to Tahir, not to mentally molest the poor man. Shameful. Stepping

forward Jan cleared his throat. “Tahir?”

What? Tahir recognized the melodic voice. The one fluid word

defeated the lively noise level. Curious eyes darted between the

smiling wizard and the startled Tahir. Embarrassment flooded his

mind. The ancient albino wizard saw him naked? Uncomfortable yet

erotic. Entirely too erotic. As he slowly dried his chest, Tahir turned

and shyly glanced at the duke. “Yes, my duke?” At least his voice

didn’t squeak in alarm.

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Jan blinked and struggled to keep his gaze fixed on Tahir’s black

eyes. The recruit owned a beautiful cock but staring at the long bounty

seemed rude. He was bound to his Selkie. “When you are dressed

please meet me upstairs.”

“Yes, my duke.” Tahir also blinked in stunned amazement. Did

Duke deWither admire him? Ridiculous pride teased Tahir’s thoughts.

When the thin white duke left the bathing chamber, loud hoots and

whistles filled the steamy air. Fuinur clapped his hands. “Tahir, tell

me, who is your lover; the virile King or the intriguing wizard? Ha,

friend, if you find yourself too busy I’ll take either male off your

lucky hands.”

The rude comment didn’t deserve an answer. Tahir’s ridiculous

pride shriveled up and blew away. A taunting stream of ribald

suggestions and blatant implications refused to halt. “Imagine them

together, eh, boys? What a sweet chocolate and vanilla dessert!” Tahir

hastily toweled at his wet hair. Too bad; wet would have to do. He

yanked a clean vest and kilt over his damp skin and angrily stalked

from the stone chamber. His feet stomped up the stairs. He paced

along the cool corridor into the late afternoon sun glare. The duke

stood waiting, the sun caressing his white hair.

Someone looked extremely irritated. Jan offered Tahir a sheepish

smile. “Tahir, please, I am truly sorry to cause a silly fuss. I should