The rest of chapter one...

I actually got 38 pages worked up on this first rough draft, so here's the last part of Chapter One of Leonides. FYI...this is not suitable for work or those of delicate sensibility... 

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It is true that on many occasions I had heard voices drifting through the woods, indistinct but seeming to be happy, and had often tried to find where they came from. But the moment I drew close to their source, they would vanish, like fairies in the evening mist. And I would not have been surprised to find they were.

But finally, near the end of my seventeenth summer, I was seated at the base of a tree near one of the ponds at a time when shade crossed all of the glen. I had finished bringing down another tree with the intention of building yet another table and couple pairs of clogs, so was having a late meal of cheese and bread, with some ale in a skin. I was near a pond surrounded by thick ferns and on a bed of ivy, where I need not think of anything or dream of anything. And it was there I saw them appear, across the pond.

Six of them, all in their robes with their hoods back, revealing their unshaved heads. Chuckling in whispers, jostling each other like the best of friends.

I froze, for I had not heard them approach, and remained as still as I could. I noticed all were but a few years older than myself, and all were remarkably handsome. Each in his own way. Two had the same hair as I, perhaps lighter in shade, but one's face carried the nonstop appearance of laughter, with a pert nose and dancing eyes, while the other had a longer face, nose like royalty and eyes almost sad. The other four were varying shades of the earth or bark on the trees, with faces that were of a slightly darker tone and ranged from round and joyous to sharply-angled and hard, even when smiling.

Then they yanked off their robes to reveal they wore nothing underneath, not even loincloths, and their bodies were all taut and strong and well-formed in ways I found breathtaking.

I will note, by this age I had figured out I was not destined to be wed and bring my parents grandchildren. Running with my male friends, casting sticks, pretending battle with them, wrestling in the glens, splashing about in the streams and ponds, unclothed, these had been my preferred enjoyments. Far more fulfilling than jostling any of the maids of our village, much to the consternation of many, who thought me...well...odd. And looking at these six men convinced me I would, first of all, not change and second of all, there was nothing odd about that. Not to me.

They were not exactly alike, merely close in the sense of them all being young and in top form. The first one with yellow hair was built like he could be my brother, right to the point where he had golden down on his chest and belly and legs. The other one was taller, smoother, had broad shoulders, trim hips and legs that sloped in a smooth line down to elegant feet. The darker ones ranged from round and full...not portly, not fat, not sloppy, but well-proportioned, with little extra weight, who was also laid over with smooth featherings of hair that was almost combed into perfection...to one built solid and powerful, like a knight should be, and almost hairless. The other two's looks fell in between, also devoid of any fat or un-shapeliness, but in fine proportion, and both with sufficient hair to accentuate their form.

As for what was between their legs, those lances ranged from nicely-sized to oh, my God, I am jealous of not only that but their buttocks being so well-shaped and...and...

Oh, hold on, now. I'm growing lost in what I have to tell while trying to remember the names of things from back then.

Which is silly.

From this point on, I will use only modern jargon for what I saw. It makes for ease in telling the story and is so much better in its descriptive abilities. I had forgotten how coy we used to be with references to genitals.

So...two blonds and four brunets, all gorgeous, looking like something out of a modern pornography shoot, with amazing bodies and dicks. Though I had no idea what a porno shoot was, way back then.

I swear.

They all splashed into the pond, dipping under the surface and diving about and grabbing each other in ways I had only seen married couples do. Water whipped from their hair and trailed down their fine forms in ways that were far too erotic for my understanding, washing away any vestige of dirt and grime from their labors, helping their skin gleam in ways almost inhuman. They remained in the shadowy area of the pond, so it was not the sun adding to their bright and startling wholesomeness. And there was nothing female around to cause the expansion of their dicks...which grew larger than I had thought possible. And harder.

Then the smooth blond stood waist deep in the water and kissed the almost hairless brunette one, having to bend over since he was close to half a head taller. Then another of the brown-haired ones slipped up from behind to slide his hands around his belly. The smooth blond stretched up, raising his arms to the heavens, water trailing from them and down them, as the one behind him slipped his hands up to pinch at his nipples, causing him to squirm and gasp for joy.

Suddenly, the blond's legs were up and resting on the shoulders of the one he had kissed, bringing all but his ass out of the water, letting his dick flop back in all its beauty and readiness...and that brunet had dipped down to...to...

He had wrapped the blond's dick in his mouth and was pulling on it with his lips as the blond stretched, even more, raising his perfect ass from within the water and bending his head back enough to where he could kiss the one behind him...and he wrapped his arms around the brown-haired one's head as the man cupped his ass and kneaded his cheeks and...and...

Oh, how I felt so much more than a stirring in my own crotch. I was nearly breathless with wonder and anticipation from the exquisite picture they made...and longing.

I wanted to be that blond.

The other blond, who was sturdy, seemed to enjoy wrestling with the two brown-haired ones as much as I had with my friends, until he broke away from them to swim backwards, face up, his dick fat and hard as water swirled around it and his powerful legs kicked and he called, "First one to catch me, gets me..."

They both splashed after him, but with none of his grace.

Then I heard the first blond groan and looked over in time to see the one sucking on his dick had pulled back...and he was spurting his cum into the air, all but yelling, as the second one mauled his ass and showed his own dick was ready to be treated in the same way and...and...

I scrambled to my feet, in shock.

They all jolted and looked at me, stunned, and suddenly, they were gone. As if they had never been there. Almost like I had been dreaming.

Except...

The water was stirred and washing across the pond to rush up on its banks. Something had disturbed it.

Still...I said nothing to anyone about them. To be honest, I was not absolutely certain I hadn't fallen asleep and dreamed it, it was so joyous to behold.

Oh, but how I wish I'd been part of it.