Thursday, October 27, 2022

The Mountain (Part Four of Four Parts), A Guest Blog blog post #573

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Last week, Hargis met a temptation he could not resist… a comely youth named Donneth. But as with Gwinneth, hia comely lover was gone by daybreak. Wonder what comes next.




By Mark Wildyr

Saddened by Donneth’s desertion, I resumed my journey. As was the case between these mountain glades, I found the going rough through the narrow rock confines connecting them.

Somehow I was not surprised to see someone straddling the pathway in the middle of the next lea. This was a sturdy youth of my own age, and his stance held a measure of menace. I tightened my hold on my hickory staff as we met.

“You are Hargis of Rodenbury?”

“Aye! And who are you?”

“I am Ayeth of the Mountain.”

We examined one another in silence for a few moments. He was fully as broad as I and of a height. His jerkin was open, giving a glimpse of heavy muscles. Here was a formidable young man. And handsome, too, I noted with surprise. Such things were normally beyond my ken. He bore a resemblance to Donneth, yet without his soft ways.

“You met my sister, Gwyndolyn. What did you do to her?”

“Why, I did nothing, man! We swam together, and I departed.”

“But you slept with my sister, Gwinnyth.”

“We but shared blankets; her virginity is intact.”

“My brother, Donneth, what did you do to him?”

Abruptly, I closed my mouth, stymied for an answer. “Ask him,” I finally said. The words sounded weak.

“Nay, I ask you,” he said, bristling. His anger made him more comely. “Did you spill your seed in his mouth?”

“He took me in his mouth,” I admitted, uncertain what the difference was.

“And did you leave your sperm up his bum?” My silence was his answer. He grew impatient at my mute state. “Now, you will take my cock in your mouth and up your fundament.”

I found my tongue quickly. “Nay, that’ll not happen, Ayeth. You’re not man enough to force that issue.”

He shrugged out of his jerkin, revealing a powerful torso. “Aye, I’m man enough for you, Hargis. And I’ll fight you to make my point.”

“And if you lose?”

“I will not lose. But if I do, you have safe passage. You’re a cobbler, are you not? If I do not beat you, I’ll give you leather enough to make you feel rich.”

He paused to allow me to shed my pack and my doublet. His eyes raked my chest and shoulders, measuring his opponent. Then he closed on me suddenly.

I met him confidently. The quarry is a hard way to earn a living, but it provides certain advantages. Daily, I had moved masses of rock for four long years. I was as hard as one of those stones and as strong as any man I’d ever known.

But somehow in these mountains, Ayeth had found his own source of strength. We grunted and groaned, swaying in the middle of the path, each seeking to throw the other. Finally, he managed to fling me against a tree. Instantly, he was upon me, but I moved aside and fastened myself to his back like a tick on a dog. We rolled on the ground until he dislodged me.

I do not know how long we battled, but it was long enough to weaken me. His attacks seemed less vigorous, but then so did mine. At length, we fell to the ground again with him atop me. I felt the strength go out of him. He lay inert, his long form flowing down the length of me. I stopped my own struggles; we lay face-to-face, sweating and panting. His brown eyes studied me for a moment before he lowered his lips to mine. Surprised, I permitted his intimacy, suddenly aware that I was rampant. Then I discerned his own hard cock pressed against my groin.

“You want me, Hargis. Admit it,” he gasped.


“Then it will be on my terms.” He recovered faster than I.

“Aye. On your terms.” An eagerness seized me that left me weaker than my struggles.

He stood, swayed for a moment, and then steadied himself, legs apart, hands on his hips. I rose to my knees and reached for him. He stayed me with a hand on my head.

“Are you sure, Hargis?”

In answer, I pulled him closer. His rod beat a steady rhythm beneath the cloth of his trousers. I loosed his drawstring to reveal strong, bronzed thighs and a massive manhood. Grasping it, I skinned back the foreskin and touched it with my tongue. It was not offensive. In fact, I was eager to taste more. I took his big head into my mouth. Like Donneth, I found that I could handle but little of that big staff with my mouth. He stood mute as I grasped the root with one hand to steady him and worked energetically at the end with my mouth and tongue.

At length, his big frame stiffened, and his seed flowed over my tongue and down my throat like sweet sap from a maple. He thrust against me now as his orgasm seized him. He pumped urgently, spewing his honey until it was all gone.

Frantically, I moved against him and humped his leg like some mean, sex-starved cur until soiling my own britches with cum. He smiled down on me indulgently.

“Stay a while with me,” he said in a deep voice, a smile on his face. “We will clean ourselves and rest.”

Besotted, I nodded agreement and rose to empty my clothing of my spilled seed. Afterward, we ate in easy companionship although we spoke little. As for me, my mind was taken with seeking answers to profound questions about my actions since entering this strange place. What had happened to me? Why had I acted a man for one man and a woman for another?

As evening arrived, it became clear that I would remain the night. We cleaned ourselves in silence before retiring. He seemed absolutely placid; however, I was skittish as a newborn colt. And in a sense, I had been reborn. When we finished, he turned to me.

“I will return shortly.” With those words, he was gone. I had begun to contemplate desertion before he reappeared out of the darkness lugging a bundle of hides.

“What is that?” I asked in relief.

“Leather for the cobbler. I did not beat you, Hargis. You fought me to a standstill, though you surrendered peacefully enough. Nonetheless, I did not beat you.”

There was leather to supply me for several lunations. I would not starve when I arrived at Dag Durgess.

As we spread our blankets side by side, a question rose to mind. “Will you be here when I rise on the morrow?”

“Nay. I’ll be gone.”

“Will I see you again if I return this way?”

He sighed. “Nay. You’ll not return. A man is given only one quest along this trail.”

“Quest!” I exclaimed. “I am on no quest. I go to seek friends on the far shore.”

He turned to me, his eyes seeming to glow in the darkness. “Perhaps you were on one without the knowledge. It happens sometimes.” He interrupted my response with a hand on my chest. “I would have my way again. Are you willing?”

“Aye,” I answered slowly, knowing full well this would not be the sucking of a cock by a mouth.

“Are you certain?” At my nod, he disrobed me and permitted me to remove his clothing. He moved into my arms and gave a long, searching kiss that wracked my innards before lowering me to the blanket. His hard, muscled body covered mine. His knees parted my legs. His big log throbbed against mine. They pulsed together for a moment before he slid up my body and offered himself. “Dampen it,” he ordered. I complied.

Ayeth entered me as gently as possible, but the sheer size of the object invading my bowels made it painful. He rested often to allow my channel to adjust to his column. Finally, his massive cock was buried inside me, and the pain eased. Tentatively, he thrust and withdrew. I shuddered at the delicious sensations playing up my backside. He mistook my reaction and started to withdraw. I closed my heels around his buttocks and drew him deeper.

He smiled in the darkness, and murmured, “You are sure. You are certain.”

“Aye! Beyond doubt!” I exulted. “Fuck me, Ayeth! Give me something to take down the trail all the way to the sea. Fuck me! Love me!”

It was a case of not knowing for what I asked. He laid his mind and his body to the task with a vehemence that drove away gentleness. He fucked! He plowed. He fornicated. He rutted. He drove me crazy with new feelings, new sensations, new desires. He exhausted me more thoroughly than had our struggle on the trail. And then he erupted, lifting his head to the heavens and howling like some wild beast. His seed filled me. It shot hot and thick, sluicing far deeper than that big cock could possibly reach. And with his orgasm, came mine. He grasped my cock and held me throughout the ejaculation, unmindful of the gobs of sperm covering his hand.

The force of our spasms left us exhausted and draped over one another. His heart thudded against mine as our breathing eased gradually.

“By the Gods,” I exclaimed. “What did you do to me, Ayeth?”

“Showed you how it could be, Hargis.”

“Never have I experienced such a thing,” I whispered against his ear. “Is it love?”

“Aye, a love of sorts. Not a love for me, but a love of discovery. This thing we have done is magical, is it not?”

“Aye. Sheer magic! Come with me on the morrow.”

“I cannot, Hargis. I must remain here in my home.”

“Surely what we have must be preserved. Come with me.”

“Would you stay with me?” he asked calmly.

“I…I want to. But…but there are those who await me.”

He kissed me gently. “As there are for me here. But the night is not yet passed. There’s loving to be done yet.”

He spoke the truth. I took his shaft again in my mouth as he lay on his back, gently and patiently instructing me on what felt the best. He showed me how to ride the bottom of his cock with my lips and how to thrust my tongue between his stones and the way to take more of his length by relaxing my throat. And he fucked me again, with the same vigor, the same strength and endurance as before. Before we rested my throat was sore and my fundament ached and my cock was sensitive to the lightest touch.

Totally exhausted, I lay in his comforting arms through the depths of the night. In the quiet of the darkness, I thought back over my three days in this mountain.

“Where are we?” I asked suddenly. “What is this place?”

“I thought you knew. This is the Mountain of Sure and Certain Knowledge.”

Magically, I slept. On the morrow, there was no sign of Ayeth’s existence. I would have doubted it myself, save for my aching throat and sphincter.

The rest of the trail out of the mountains was as easy as had been the entry. I emerged onto the foothills and viewed a broad plain that led down to a blue sea.

I turned to look back at the mountain. The trail was real; the mountain was a solid substance. Yet I doubted that many who took this way walked the same mountain I had crossed.

My true nature suddenly clear in my own mind for the first time in twenty summers, I gave silent thanks to four supernaturals as the worm of uncertainty departed my chest, leaving me free of disquiet for the first time in ages. Refreshed and filled with a new resolve, I and turned east with firm footsteps toward my goal. To Dag Durgess where Dirkston anticipated my arrival before the Festival of the Harvest Moon.


And so it appears Ayeth has revealed to Hargis of Rodenbury his true nature. Now it is clear to him which of the twins he desires when he reaches Dag Durgess. The handsome Dirkston in lieu of the lovely Lavena.

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