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Fool's War

By: MSTarot



( This story is dedicated to BuckyDuckman, and is a very belated birthday present. Happy Birthday Bucky, I do hope you enjoy the story. ** This story contains bi-sexual contact between men, in a two men one woman night of fun, erotic sex. If that is not your taste in erotica, please pass on this story. ** To all others, this story is meant as just hot sexy fun, I do hope you find it such, and enjoy. Please read, comment, and vote. Thank you.) 

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Hearing thwack after thwack, I took a look out my window to see my buddy David taking a few practice shots at my pell...with my favorite sword, of course. The large carpet-wrapped post was absorbing his weak rap-shots with ease.

"Who's here?" I heard my wife, Beth, call from the other room.

"Oh, David showed up early," I told her as I filled my cup with coffee.

"Figures." I heard soft footsteps on the hardwoods. "Hey!"

I looked around to see her standing in the door of the kitchen. She snapped open her towel, flashing me that gloriously Rubenesque body, with all its soft curves, dark pink nipples and red downy pubic fire.

"And I was going to give you a quickie before we left. Oh, well." With a purse of her lips, she blew me a kiss, wrapped back up and all but skipped back down the hall. "Plenty of time later, maybe."

Time to go murder a friend, I see.

Problem was, when I stepped outside, I saw that he was already "dead." With a shake of my head, I walked over to where David was laid out by the pell, holding his forehead. Picking up my rattan and duct tape sword from the ground next to him, I squatted down and rested my chin on the hilt.

"Did my pell attack you, Lord Rennet?" I asked him, not offering to help him up.

"Murderous, villainous, treachery! It struck when I wasn't looking." Sitting up, David rubbed at the red place above his eyebrow. "Fuck that hurt!"

"Well, that's it. No more fighting immovable objects for you...not without a helmet at least." I finally offered him my hand and pulled him up as I stood up. "You do know you're two hours early right? I said before noon."

"It is before noon." 

David Cratin, aka Lord Rennet the cheesemaker, had no idea how close I had come to putting him back on the ground just then, and I can hit a lot harder than my pell. My fingers curled around the tape-wrapped hilt of my sword as fantasy images of him laid out like a cadaver flashed past me.

"Besides, I wanted to get here early to see if you could help me fix a popped rivet on my leg armor. You know, before we go?" he asked, still rubbing at his head.

With a sigh I didn't let show, I acknowledged I wouldn't be getting to taste that freshly-washed, auburn pussy pie I saw. At least not this morning.

"Sure. Get your gear." I headed around to my workshop.

"Cool, thanks. I owe you one."

He had no fucking clue just how many "ones" he owed me. 

And it turned out to be three rivets, not one, which is why I was still beating on steel when the rest of the guys began to arrive. I looked up to see Jim's wife, Mandy, go running into the house to go pounce on my wife. As always Mandy had on no bra and was all a-bounce.

The memory of her coming up to us at a party once, pulling up her flowery blouse to show Beth her new nipple piercings and saying "Look, they can do tricks!" as she lifted the little rings and they slowly rolled back down by themselves, came drifting past. Looking back down, I peened over the last rivet. 

"Here you go." I held out the leg armor to David.

"Thanks, buddy. You're a life saver"

"Uh, huh. Yeah, yeah half your kingdom and your first-born daughter. Now, go get your shit repacked. We roll out in..." Pulling it from my pocket, I glanced at my phone. "Forty minutes."

"Oh, that is plenty of time," he said, looking critically over my repair work. "Hey, you got anything for breakfast I could grab. I'm a little hungry."

Old friend or not, the man had no idea just how badly I want to "peen" his head into shape with this ball-peen hammer. "Check in the kitchen. Beth made some biscuits for everyone, and there is sausage, bacon and eggs. You certainly know where I keep cheese," I told him before he could ask.

"Cool, thanks. Hey, Jim!"

"Morning, Duke of Cheddar." Jim looked at me, smiled, then looked over his shoulder at the departing back of our hungry friend. "The Lord Rennet is out and about early, I see. Questing for free food?"

"Yeah," I said with full disgust in my tone. "Got here about ten."

"Interfering with your morning routine was he?" asked Jim with that snarky grin. Beth and I had shared a cabin with Mandy and him at one event last year. He knows all-too-well what I love to have for breakfast.

"Very much so. You all ready to go?" I asked, heading off a no doubt educational bit of advice on eating pussy. Like the one he has been trying to offer me every time we see each other, since that shared cabin. "I've got everything packed but the cooler."

"Same here. I'll need to get some more ice when we stop for gas, but I'm ready. How many are in this caravan, again?"

"Five cars. You have your U-Haul trailer, right?" I asked as we walked towards the backdoor of the house, with me trying to look past my van to see if his trailer was hooked to the back of his truck. David's car was in the way though.

"Of course! I travel no lighter than any king of Europe would have, you know that." Jim struck a regal pose then shrugged."I'm just lacking the seventeen porters to set up that monstrosity of a tent."

"You always find willing hands."

"True, but then they all know I carry enough alcohol to float a Viking long boat." Jim held open my fence's gate, and we walked down into the driveway. I saw Bob and Phyllis pulling up in their blue truck, even as David came spilling out the kitchen door, his mouth full of crumbly biscuit.

Beth looked at me through the screen door and shook her fist at David's back, making me chuckle. She gave me a look, and I nodded my understanding. Keep David out of her kitchen!

"Come on let's get this mobile collection of lunatics...I mean ducks all in a row." I told my old friend.

Jim smiled. "But of course, my dear Lord of Knavery."

Still chuckling, Jim walked out front to help me get everyone to make up their minds if they were ready to go yet or not. Then, after we got David to move his car, we got my van turned around and my black-painted U-Haul hooked up.

About the time we were done with that Mandy and Beth handed out brown bags full of breakfast munches. I left mine on the driver's seat of my van, hoping I would remember it was there before I hopped in. I went back inside to make sure everything was turned off and that the house was locked up.

Hearing a motorcycle, I looked down the street to see the last of our group, Timothy, round the corner and gun his Harley down the normally quiet residential street. He pulled up in front of my van just as I was moving the nearly sat-on paper sack and climbed in behind the wheel. He returned my nod and with a grin and whipped his hand above his head while revving the big motorcycle harder and harder.

Then, in his best Bill Murray, Tripper Harrison, he yelled.

"S-C-A CAMPERS! HOOOOO!"

With a shake of my head, I followed him down the street. Gonna be one of those weekends, I see.

** ** ** ** ** ** ** 

Five hours of driving later, with one gas stop and three rest stops for the ladies with the hamster-bladders, and we pulled up by the Troll in gate at Lake Tobesofkee in Macon, Georgia.

"Wake up, sleepy head," I told Beth as I shut off the engine. My old Chevy van almost heaved a sigh of relief.

"We there?" she asked, rubbing at her eyes with both hands in that childlike innocent-little-girl way that normally gets her devoured first thing in the morning.

"Yep."

Sliding out the driver seat, I gave my back a stretch and headed toward the port-a-castle. I nodded my head low to a lovely lady in full Elizabethan garb, who came out the blue box next to the one I was about to enter. Her silver circlet told me she was Lady Something-or-Other, and I knew I had seen her before at an event, but the caffeine-rich sodas I had been drinking the whole way down would not allow for friendly introductions by the "castle" door.

When I was done, I headed over to Troll to get us signed in, but found Beth there, and she already had that done. I took my site token from her and hung it around my neck. I gave it a look. Nice. Another one for my belt.

Leaving my friends to get trolled in, I hopped back into the van. Beth waved me on since she had already found someone she knew to talk to. Pulling into the campsite, I headed for our normal corner of the camp-grounds, hoping-against-all-hope as I drove there, that no one had taken the spot yet.

Great. There was a blue and tan, land-pimple tent there already. Well, I did hope they were not saving space for a group. "Let's go see, shall we?" I said to myself. As I pulled up, I saw a guy with long, dark hair unfolding a camping chair. He looked up reveling a Captain Morgan's goatee beard, complete with up swept handles on his mustache. He smiled as I stopped my van next to his camp and rolled down my window.

"Is it just you here or do you have a group coming in?" I asked politely.

He grinned and shook his head. With that smile still in place, he walked over to the side of the van. "Nope, it's just me and my boyfriend, Gary."

"Y'all mind company?" I smiled. "Like a lot of it?"

"Not at all, the more the merrier. Gary should be here in about two hours, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind. He's even more of a people person than I am. Alejandro, by the way." He offered me his hand.

"Evan of the Isles." I said, giving my persona. I opened my door when our hands parted, and he stepped back "There will be a crowd here as soon as they get trolled in. We camped here the last two years and have had a good time."

"I didn't know I was in your spot," he said, grimacing.

I shook my head. "This isn't Pennsics. There isn't a land grab here; it's first come, first served. I'm just glad you don't mind being crowded." I looked at where his tent was placed. "However, would you mind terribly if we pulled your stakes and slid your tent over about ten feet? One of my people has this huge pavilion we set up, and the weather is calling for rain tomorrow night. What we try to do is put the doorways of all of tents so you exit your tent under the pavilion. That way you stay dry. Gives a good common eating area as well."

"That sounds wonderful. Sure. I haven't unpacked much yet, so yeah, we can move it easily." 

We were moving to do that when Timothy came rolling in, all Harley thunder, braided ponytail and leather. I saw Alejandro's eyes take in my friend, and a smile of appreciation graced the lips under that dark mustache. Timothy walked his bike to park it beside the two trees he had used to hold his tent for the last two years.

"What? The Tent-Mahal is not up yet?" called Timothy "You getting old, Evan? There have been many an event where you have it up and are already half-unpacked before I can get set up, and that's saying something." He stopped, grinned, and held a hand out to Alejandro. "Timothy, the Dane."

"Alejandro." His eyes went to Timothy's equally dark hair. "The Dane? I must say, I think I look more Danish than you do. Now him, he looks like a Dane."

Timothy smiled, looked at me, and that smile turned into a grin. "Oh, he's going to fit in wonderfully."

I chewed my lip at the old house joke that I look more like a Viking than an Irishman. With a sigh, I walked around to my trailer and pulled out the tent canvas. By the time the others started piling in, I was unhooking the tent poles from the roof rack of the van. Jim helped me get the poles set up and the canvas covering across and tied into place. Then the whole house, plus Alejandro, helped get Jim's monster thirty-by-thirty pavilion tent raised. By the time Beth came wandering in I had us half-unpacked. She smiled, gave me a kiss, a whispered promise of a blowjob later, and she disappeared inside to get into her garb.

I looked over at Timothy's set-up again with envy. A hammock strung between two trees, with a canvas A-frame rain guard. He had already disappeared into one of the other tents long enough to change into the Black Guard kilt he wears for the whole event. He emerged bare chested with a black-leather baldric across his heavily tribal-style blue-inked shoulder and pecs. He got Jim to help him tie his arm guards, and he was off. Ready for the event while I still had another hour of setting up, at least.

Ah, the bachelor years. The events were so much easier to travel to back then. Now, I feel like I'm moving eight to ten times a year. However, when I stepped into my tent and saw Beth bent over wearing just a blue thong, and a frown, as she tried to find something in her clothes truck, I couldn't complain. Crossing my arms over my chest, I just stood there admiring that wonderful view. 

After a second, she felt my eyes on her and looked back at me. "What are you looking at, perv?" Her lip quirked. "Like I don't already know that answer."

"Ass," I freely admitted. "Just thinking about that breakfast I missed out on this morning."

Smiling, Beth gave her ass a shake making it shimmy. "Later. I saw Admiranda's car in the parking lot. I'm going to go find her. If I can ever find the laces for my bodice!"

"They're in your moccasin boots," I reminded her, pointing towards the blue-grey Rubbermaid with our shoes. "Remember you broke one at Christmas Revel?"

"That's right."

As I pulled out my garb I kept an eye on her, enjoying the move and play of her body. She looked over, catching me watching, grinned, and went back to dressing, only to repeat the look a few minute later. She loves that I can't help but stare at her. It's what, more or less, first brought us together. Me being unable to keep my eyes off her at a bardic circle at an event in Mississippi.

"Lace me up," she said holding the black strings out to me. "Remember how to do it?" she asked as she lay down on our bed and pulled the two sides of her bodice together.

"Of course." I got on my knees beside her and fished the laces through the bottom eyelets. "Just cause I'm better at taking you out of it doesn't mean I can't put you into it."

As I pulled the laces tight, my fingers brushed her body through the thin blouse, starting just below her navel and up across her stomach, into that valley between her breasts. She pushed them closer together as I laced, and my fingers felt the warm heat of her skin. Her eyes were wide and her nostrils flared with every breath before I had gotten the top lace done. When I pulled hard to cinch her bodice tighter still, I got an almost orgasmic catch of breath from her.

I ran my hands down the sides of the red brocade cloth and then onto her hips under the thin black skirt. Down those warm thighs. Past her knees. My finger crossed from cloth to boot leather then back as I pushed that dark skirt up. My hands met skin at her knees and then warmer flesh as I caressed my hands over her thighs.

Sliding off the bed, I leaned in and kissed the inside of her thigh.

"Evan..."

~kiss~

"Uh, huh..." I mumbled, too distracted to talk.

~kiss~

"We have all weekend to do that..." Her words were all breath.

~kiss~

"Uh, huh..." I answered, paying her words no mind.

Moving my face up, I brushed her lacy blue thong with my nose, placing a hard kiss against the hot, moist cloth. Beth's hand was in my hair then, for a half second pushing me down, and then she reversed and pulled my hair, making me press harder into her soft, thick, nether lips. I caught the corner of the cloth with my nose and brushed it to the side as my tongue snaked out to taste her.

"Evan..."

"Uh, huh...?" I hummed against her warm flesh, as I breathed in the musky scent of her, pussy. Heady, primitive, and pheromone-rich, the scents of her flooded my mind making me want more. I pushed my tongue into her harder, seeking what I wanted.

"Oh, god...Evan!" she moaned. "You so need to stop, and let me get up, " she said even as she was pulling my face closer. Making me lick deeper into her, not that I needed any persuasion to do that. Like a bear after honey, I nosed her lips open and dug my tongue deeper and deeper into her, seeking that bitter-sweet taste of a woman's passion.

Beth leaned back, spread her legs and let me simply enjoy the full, open buffet of wet sex placed before me. And enjoy I did. I sampled with a gourmand's care and a starving man's appetite all that I could gather into my mouth. The outer lips, thick and puffy with just a hint of wiry bramble starting to form on them, licking her labia was like licking pieces of damp silk. I sucked them between my teeth. Her clit, hard as a pebble, slick as sin. She whimpered when I licked at it. Moaned when I give it a light, teasing suckle.

Then I was into her deeper, to where she was her hottest, and the flavors I sought were their strongest. There I dined on rare and tender meat indeed, juicy was the passion that flowed, boiled and seeped from her. Darting my tongue out, I caught and licked up a trail of her moisture from her ass cheek, before it could reach and stain her skirt. When my tongue crossed her asshole, she grabbed my head, digging in her fingers, the nails scraping into my scalp. I heard the deep groaning whimper that is the sound of her cumming-and-not-wanting-to-be-heard orgasm.

When her hands fell slack, I sat back on my heels and surveyed the wet mess I had made of her sweet cunt. Like the swimming hole near the house where I grew up, every time I see this I just wished to dive in. I went to stand to remove my pants, but she suddenly sat up and put a trembling hand on my chest.

"Not a chance, sailor. I told you I have something to go do. You...don't want to take no-time-now for an answer...that's fine." She got to her unsteady feet and, straightened her skirt. Looking at my face, Beth brushed my slick mouth with her fingers, gathering in moisture. She brought those fingers to her lips and tasted herself. "Suffer till tonight..." She leaned into right before my face, "...my poor little man slut."

Beth kissed me hard, licking her own juices from my lips and tongue. Then she was gone and I was left leaning breathless on the side of the bed.

"Hey, Evan...Oh! Sorry, I didn't know you were praying." I watched David hurry out my tent. I rolled my eye up to look at the wooden ridge-poles overhead.

"Dear Pastafarian father, look after my friend David, lest I drown his dumb ass in that cold-ass -lake before the weekend is over. Ramen."

Getting to my shaky legs, I shifted the hard bulge in my pants to a more comfortable position and grabbed my shirt. I reluctantly pulled my tunic on over my bare chest. Time to go babysit a house-hold.

** ** ** ** ** ** **

By the time I had everybody unloaded and got them all to follow me to the camp parking area to park their cars, and then ferried them back to our camp in my van, and then went back and parked my van, and then started the long walk back to camp...it was dark.

As I passed other camps being set up, I stopped to chat with people I knew. Some well, others only a little, but either way, most came up and gave me a big, back-thumping, hug, a "How are you Evan?" and an offer to share a drink with them, even as they were trying to set up their camps by Coleman lantern light. I helped with a few tents, some even as big as my own monster of canvas and wood. 

I wandered through where merchant row was already set up. A few merchants already had their tent flaps opened, and there was some light shopping going on by the early arrivals. I half-expected to find Beth there, but she surprised me by not being at one of her favorite merchants tents. She is friends with most of them. Hell, she is friends with most of the camp site. I even think some of the horses here know her by her real and her mundane name.


Fool's War



Hearing my name called in her voice, I turned to see Beth walking towards me with her arm linked in the arm of the woman she had been hunting for. Admiranda. Already in her belly-dancing garb with her face "painted" India style, her long, dark hair intricately braided. The woman smiled seeing me and turned loose of my wife. I grinned and caught the hurtling bundle of coin belts and flimsy cloth as she crashed almost violently into my chest.

Before I could stop her, not that I would have, I was being soundly kissed. After a moment, her hand pressed against the sporran pouch at my waist, pressing it into my crotch. Then that hand was behind the sporran, resting on my cock with only the layer of tartan fabric between her fingers and me.

"Are you regimental under this, my Lord Evan?" she asked teasingly as her hand moved a little.

With her still in my arms, I let my hand shift to the small of her back and then lower where I patted her ass, making the tiny golden coins on her belt ring. "Are you?"

"I asked first." She stamped her foot and pouted.

"Well, why don't you simply find out?" I said with a smile as Beth came walking up to join us. "You don't mind, do you, love?"

"Not at all, so long as I can watch," said Beth with her normal sweet grin. She looked at her friend. "Feel free."

Admiranda glanced around for a half-second then bent down like she had dropped something. When she stood back up, her hand was under my kilt and running across the front of my thigh. I felt her fingers curl around the length of me, giving my cock a quick measure. Then her hand was gone, and she was standing flush-faced, but looking all naughty.

"Regimental, as it gets. I love it." She turned and gave Beth a quick kiss. I heard a whispered thank you. "I'm off to go dance a few pounds away. You two have fun."

"Same," I told her departing back.

Beth linked her arm in mine, and we leaned into each other as we slowly walked back to camp.

"Well, so far you've gotten to eat some pussy," I turned my head towards my wife as she leaned her head on my shoulder and spoke. "Had your cock groped by a belly dancer, and you're going to get a blowjob later. I think someone is having a very nice war so far."

"So far...yep. Very nice war," I agreed.

"EVAN!"

I glanced over my shoulder at David coming towards me at a quick walk.

"But that could certainly change in a hurry. " I whispered. "Yes, Lord Rennet, what can I help you with?"

"Did we forget the cooler with all the cheese?" he asked in a near panic.

Oh, what a dire calamity that would be. Cataclysmic in both scope and drama. Luckily, a walk back out to the parking lot revealed it to have been left in his car's trunk. As I helped him carry it back to camp through the dark night, with a dozen newly arriving campers going past us every few minutes, I got bombarded by him the whole way with questions about tomorrow's tournament and melee. Like I was some kind of Knight's Marshal.

"I don't know, David. I'll find out." Since that was the only possible answer I could give, I finally got tired of the endless litany of having to say that and stopped to take both handles of the cooler. At his stunned look, I sighed. "Could you go get a cart from camp, while I wait here? My feet are getting tired. This is my third trip walking from parking."

"Sure." I watched him rush off.

"Gonna be a long war," I muttered to myself and set the heavy cooler down. I took a seat on the lid to wait then I leaned back and looked up at the starry heavens. "Please give me strength, your Noodliness. I'm going to need it."

"Talking to pasta already this weekend?" I looked around to see Alejandro walking across the road towards me. He smiled at me."And I thought I was drunk already. Need a hand with that?"

"One of my guys went to go get a cart. Thank you though." I looked him up and down. He was in black leather boots, black leather pants, a brocade loin-cloth and a flowing Arabian-style top-robe, open in front to show him bare chested. His belt shined out covered with small, silver belly-dancer coins. "You're a dancer?"

"Poi spinner."

"What?" I asked after a few seconds.

He grinned at me. "I spin balls of fire...on chains."

"Oh, that." I nodded, understanding what he was talking about. "Isn't that from Hawaii?"

"They do it there, but the New Zealanders started it. The Maori. I got into it a few years...okay, about a decade back. Been a lot of fun to do and it's great exercise." He shrugged.

I looked at his six pack abs. Standing up, so I was not belt buckle level looking up at him, I pointed to the open robe."No kidding."

He rubbed his fingers over the muscled ripples by his belt. "Nah, those are just beer gut seeds. Speaking of which." He looked down into his mug. "I am out. Can I bum one off you till we get back to camp." He pointed to the cooler I was now doing my Captain Morgan impersonation on.

Laughing, I shook my head. "Sorry my friend, there is no beer in this one. We have a cheesemaker in our household. He has his own goats and can get a dairy to give him raw cows' milk. He's gone a bit off the bend about it of late though." I tapped my toe on the chest. "There is probably about sixty pounds worth in here."

He slowly nodded. "Because nothing says weird like a member of the Society who keeps his own goats to make cheese. Got to respect that though." He looked back down into his empty mug. "Well, in that case I am off to quest for beer."

"Ugg!"

"Ugg indeed," he said with a smile.

I watched him walk off towards camp. I smiled when I saw the others coming back with the cart give him a warm greeting. With a sigh for my tired back, I leaned down and picked up this huge tub of cheese.

** ** ** ** ** ** **

"No shit, there I was..."

I looked away from Jim's latest Gulf Wars story, when I saw Alejandro walk out his tent and go over to stand near the edge of the sandy beach. He was talking on his cell phone rather animatedly. Then I saw him nod, say something and turn off the phone. I watched him shaking his head, as he put it away into his belt pouch. Getting up, I pulled an icy cold beer from the small cooler next to me and walked over to join him.

"Bad news?" I asked as I offered him the drink.

"Yeah. Thanks. That was Gary. He got called in and won't be able to get down here this weekend. I love the man, but I hate his job."

"What's he do?" I asked, then realize too late just how nosy that was being. 

"He's a physician's assistant, at Clement Medical. It's awesome money, but makes any kind of social life a bitch." He popped the top on the beer bottle with a hook-pop on his belt. "He told me he was sorry, to have fun this weekend, and that he would make it up to me at Border Raids."

I watched him take a long drink, smack his lips, and then he sighed and looked depressed. 

"You know you're more than welcome to hang around my household all weekend." I offered. "We're a quiet lot in camp, but we hit most of the revels tomorrow night. Jim's brought enough mead and wine to open up a state liquor store, and he is not at all stingy. And our lovely ladies prepare us an awesome amount of delicious food."

"Thanks. Really, thanks." He slowly let out a breath in a horse-like sound between closed lips. "Well, I will take you up on that, but I'll also try not to be too much a tag-a-long. Tell you what, I haven't spun in a while, not with them lit anyway. Let me go get my poi and I'll put on a show...to pay for your hospitality." He grinned.

"Ah, sure. Just don't set the camp on fire," I said with a chuckle.

"No, no I'd never do that." His teeth grinned out that dark, stylish beard. "Myself maybe but never the camp."

"Don't set yourself on fire either," I said.

"Oh, you're going to take all the fun out of it." He pointed towards the sandy beach behind him. "I'll go over there to spin. Let everyone know; I love a crowd."

"Sure," I answered. I watched him go back to his tent, then headed over to the fire. "Hey guys, Alejandro's going to play with fire and invited us to come watch."

"He's going to wet the bed if he does that," said Mandy out the blue. We all turned to look at her. "What? That what my mother always said happens if you play with fire."

Laughing, we grabbed up our folding chairs and moved them over to where we could see Alejandro. He had carried a small Rubbermaid out onto the beach and was bent over it.

"Evan, could you give me a hand for a second," he called out to me.

"Sure." Walking across the white sand, I moved to where he stood. "What you need?"

He handed me a barbeque lighter.

"Light the poi for me, just the one. Here," He held out two lengths of chain from his body. "Hold these for just a second, first."

Taking them from him, I was shocked by the weight of them. Then the kerosene smell coming from the bundles of cloth on the ends reached me. As I watched, Alejandro pulled off his over robe and folded it. He placed it atop the green Rubbermaid then took a bottle of water. He moved a few steps away and poured the water over his head, dousing his long black hair. I watched the interplay of his hands with the wet muscles of his arms, hands and shoulders as he rubbed the water across himself. I noticed his body was sleek and almost devoid of hair, except for a dark dusting on his chest.

"Thanks." He held out his hand, and I handed him the chains. 

As I watched him, he took a slow, deep breath and then, with his eyes focused straight ahead, he nodded to me. Taking the lighter, I flicked it to life and brought it near the end of the chain he held out for me. The end caught instantly, a bright blue-red flame. I backed away as he moved that one fire to the other chain and then began to rock both the fiery globes of flame. 

In slow weaves of motion, he got them to moving. I moved further away from him till I reached the others, and with Beth in front of me, her back pressed against my chest, I stood and watched one of the most amazing things I've ever gotten to see. I interlaced my fingers with hers, leaned my head next to her ear and watched in wonder.

Simple fire. The early cavemen saw it as magic, and in the hands of this skilled man, the magic was again evident to our more modern eyes. He danced with it, and it danced with him. Fire bloomed into streaking trails of red that took on the shapes of flowers, rivers and rainbows. All drenched in red light, as his gleaming body was also drenched by that light, Alejandro moved with a grace and gravity of motion that many a dancer would have given an arm to possess. It was magical and sexual in a decided way. Beth seemed to think so, I noticed, when I felt her squirm her ass back against my crotch.

He spun, danced, and moved before us wreathed in the flames but the master of them.

Beth turned her head to my face. "You're getting hard," she whispered by my cheek, her lips touching the soft stubble. "Is it me or him doing that to you? Or is it both?"

I nodded the truth of that and moved my hands to her plump hips. My fingers sank into the soft warmth as she pushed back against my cock.

"Take me to bed, sailor," she whispered, then licked my jawline. "I owe you something. Something special."

Moving my hand, I took hers into mine, and with a last look at the glowing Promethean god on display by the lake, I led my wife to our tent. She was shedding clothes even as I dropped the door flap. Her finger fought the lacings of her bodice open. When it fell away, she caught the hem of her shirt and sent it flying. Her bare breasts drew my eyes to them instantly.

"Come here," she told me, dropping to her knees on the carpeted floor. A wicked grin appeared on her face when she put her hands behind her and gripped her leather belt tightly. She rocked making her breasts shake for my pleasure. "I'm hungry, sailor. Don't keep a maiden waiting."

Unhooking my belt as I moved, I let it and then my kilt fall to the tent floor, to lie by her knees. My cock stood hard before me, dancing just before her mouth till she leaned forward and engulfed it between her lips. Her teeth caught behind the flared head, as her tongue licked the leaking tip clean. Then her cheeks compressed as she sucked for more of my pre-cum to taste. I felt those teeth brush the top of my cock as I pushed forwards, taking the offering of fucking her mouth as I pleased, by pushing the whole length of me into her mouth slowly. Then pulling back just as slowly, reveling in the feel of that silky tongue rippling along the underside of me the whole way down and back.

She nursed on the head of my cock while I listened to the others applauding the fiery performance of our temporary neighbor. It was a loud ovation, far louder than my house's members could have given alone. Alejandro must have drawn a crowd with his spinning. But that was easy to understand. He was like watching living flames dancing before the joy of the wind.

Imagining that glowing body and those smiling lips I felt myself harden a little more, something Beth moaned her appreciation of. Her mouth redoubled its efforts to please me as I grew more demanding. Holding her by her head, I rocked my cock into and almost out of her mouth, at the deepest touching the back of her throat. I smiled, hearing the wet gurgle of her, feeling the slickness of her mouth grow, and I moaned at the mouthy massage of her lips. 

Minutes passed as too-quick seconds, and I far too-soon felt myself beginning to grow closer to that desired but hated ending. Sensing this, Beth sucked me hungrily, her mouth almost vicious in its lust to make me cum. She popped her mouth off the end, her tongue batting the scarlet head away when I tried to put it back in. 

"I want you to cum on my tits," she told me her voice all slutty and whoreish. "Soak my nipples, if you can, man-slut."

Pulling her head to me roughly, I jammed the length of me back into those trash-talking lips. She gave me a painful raking of teeth as I forced my cock deep into the back of her throat, but it was a pain I loved. It distracted me enough that I held on a few moments longer than I would have without that sensation.

But nothing, sensation, distraction or desire could stop the tide that was rising in me now. I leaned my head back and tried to find a breath of air I could not take when I began to cum. I felt her lean back, and the cold air washed my cock even as I felt the first almost painful throb push cum from the head of me. I opened my eyes and looked down at her, her hand holding me, directing the flow of white to land upon her dark nipples. My cum gleamed in the soft near-absence of light within our tent. I tried to stifle a moan when I felt her lean in to lick the dripping head clean. That touch sent one last pulse down me that splashed cum onto her lips even as her tongue licked me for more.

"Evan?"

"Come in, Alejandro," said Beth looking up at me, her eyes wicked at the shocked look on my face.

Behind me the tent flap opened, and smelling of kerosene, he walked in. "I just wanted to ask you...Oh, god lord. Sorry."

"What can we do for you?" Beth asked him, smiling as she took a finger and scooped a line of cum from her breast and brought it to her mouth. "Sorry we had to leave your show early, but I got peckish."

I saw his eyes go from her face to my cock then to my face, a slow smile just hinting at his lips in that stylish mustache and beard. He caught my eyes, gave me a wink and looked back at Beth who was still slowly gathering up more cum from her breasts to lick from her fingers.

"I hate to ask, since I am clearly interrupting your fun," His eyes went to my bare ass cheeks. "But by any chance could I borrow a couple of those travel size bottle of shampoo? Jim's wife...Mandy... said you always carry a lot of them. Gary was supposed to be bringing all that stuff with him..." He stopped talking as Beth got to her feet.

Making no effort to cover herself, Beth went to the purple Rubbermaid where our shower kits are stored and grabbed one of the emergency Ziploc sandwich baggies full of travel-size toiletries we carry. Too many years of house members forgetting theirs had us always prepared. With her breasts still glistening with my cum, she shamelessly walked over to him and, smiling coyly, handed him one. Standing there with my cock still on display, I watched her look him over.

"Here you are. I loved watching what you did out there. That was incredible to see." She hesitated just before she handed him over the baggyie. "Will you be spinning more tomorrow night?"

A grin, now permanently fixed, Alejandro looked past her to me, his eyes dropping down and then coming back up quickly. He gave me a wink.

"I'm sure I will be," he said, giving her sticky breasts a look without begin subtle about it at all.

"Well, we'll try and catch the full show then," she told him, her eyes roaming him equally. "Be sure to come get another one of these so you can get a shower tomorrow night as well."

He chuckled then nodded. "I'll make sure to do just that." He looked at me once more. "Thank you again, and...again I'm sorry I interrupted."

I nodded and watched him retreat out the tent. When she truned around, I raised an eyebrow at Beth. "What was all that about?"

Grinning, my wife let a finger trail its way across her smeared breasts to circle one of those beautiful nipples. "You want him, don't you, sailor?"

I licked my lips slowly to moisten them. "So do you."

She nodded and walked back over to stand in front of me. "True, but you avoided my question. Do you want him?"

"Yeah."

"I thought you did from the way you got hard watching his fire show out there." Beth bit her bottom lip and grinned at me. "Come to momma and tell her all the naughty things you want to do to that sexy man."

Moving forwards, I leaned in to kiss her, but she caught the back of my head just before our lips met. She pulled down hard, and I found my face smashed into her very wet, very sticky, very large breasts! 

"Clean up your mess first, sailor. Then you can tell me what you want."

As I licked at her cleavage, I knew one thing for sure, this was going to be a very good war.

** ** ** ** ** ** **

"Rabbit, rabbit."

My eyes popped open, and the hangover slapped the taste out my mouth, even as I heard my wife's lovely voice right by my ear. Blinking my itchy, red eyes, I rolled over to look at her face, hardly seeing it in the pale, pre-dawn, light. Before I could speak, her fingers were pressed into my lips.

"The first words out your mouth, on the first day of every month, should always be, rabbit, rabbit, remember?" she said, her bright eyes sparkling with such hidden mischief. "If you remember to do that...the whole of the month will be lucky for you."

I smiled, intending to do that. Then I took a breath and realized just why she was grinning so. Her fingers under my nose were drenched with the scent of her pussy.

"Rabbit." I kissed a fingertip. And then another. "Rabbit."

"See? How hard was that to do? Now you will be lucky...the whole month." She brought a finger to her own lips. "I should probably go take a shower. I smell like a French whore at Mardi Gras. Oui...?"

"Oh, Beth you are an evil woman, and I love you because of that." I took her hand and sucked that sweet, bitter taste from her middle finger.

"Show me, sailor. Show me what you love," she purred.

Turning her hand I kissed her wrist, then the inside of her elbow. Then a sweet, bare nipple was in my lips.

"Show me. Please," she begged. "Show me now."

Kisses rained down on her skin, as I crossed her belly to bury my face in those wiry, flame-red curls I love so much. Like a dehydrated man at a pool of clean water, I licked and licked when my tongue touched her damp, slick, plump folds. Everywhere. Lapping and smelling all of her, tasting all the wild passion, the wicked heat, and I filled my nose with the raw muskiness of her from the sex of the night before. Oh, how like an animal that smell can make me!




Fool's War



Catching her under her knees, I pushed her legs up, opening her before my lips like the petals of a flower. A rose. And oh, how sweet and rich was the smell of that tainted rose. I lunged for it, licking deep into the hot center of her. From those warm depths, I lifted out a sweet ambrosia that was her sex turned liquid, her passion given form for my pleasure and her own. I drank her down and went back in for more, knowing that I could never slake my eternal hunger for her, but relishing the attempt to achieve that impossible goal.

"Oh, my sailor. Yes, devour me. Oh, yes just like that."

I know Beth spoke, but at that point words had no meaning for me. Just meaningless mumbles that gave no distraction to the pleasure I was giving and taking. Her hands laced themselves around the back of my head, and I was forcefully driven into her pussy by a desire I had no wish to fight. As the ability to breathe vanished in her wet folds of skin, I cared not in the least. Like an air plant that can sustain itself on nothing, I gave up trying to draw a breath. I would live only on the scent of her, that scent that still filled my lungs. Live and live happily.

Her nails dug into my scalp, and I felt Beth curl herself up off the mattress, her thighs and belly surrounding my head in warm skin. Shiver, after shiver of her thighs shook against my cheeks as she rode my face, arching up to drive my tongue even deeper. My nose was pressed painfully against her clit, and I moved it, rubbing that little hard nub to try and give her even an ounce more pleasure. 

And take it she did.

"Evan, please!" she begged as her body betrayed her to her own passions. Orgasm after orgasm taking her to torturous levels of pleasure. Over and over she grasped me tighter. Grinding my face into that wet gash as her moans became a deep-throated purr of contentment and finally soft exhaustion. 

Beth collapsed, boneless upon the bed and I upon her thigh, my head pillowed on that damp softness. We both gasped for air, each lost in a pleasure that was shared but was solely our own. Hers for the deliciousness of the spasmic-trimmers that still shook her thigh under my face, and mine for causing them. Oh, how much I live for knowing I can make a woman I love so much turn into such a primitive, passion driven...animal like this.

"Remind me to set up my tent next to the two of you at every event. I haven't had this much fun just listening in forever."

Beth and I began to laugh softly as Alejandro's whispered voice came to us through two layers of tent canvas.

"Glad...glad we could provide you with erotic entertainment, you sexy fellow," said Beth taking deep breaths, "Feel free to join in and let us hear you, if you're of a mind to...release some...stress."

He chuckled, a deep rich sound. "I surely will have to, before this weekend is over, if I keep listening to the two of you...my naughty neighbors."

We heard him getting up, a groan of the similar headache pain I felt, and the jingle of his coin belt as he got dressed.

Beth squirmed her ass under me and I had only looked up at her eyes to know what she had in mind. That lusty gleam in her eyes told me what she wanted to do, more than any words could have. She brushed my cheek with her fingertips, pushing my wet hair back form my face.

"I want him," she mouthed the words to me.

I grinned.

"Let me up, lover. I want to go get a quick shower before I help with breakfast." She ran a pair of fingers through her wetness. She brought her fingers to her nose and sniffed. "Now, I don't only smell like a French whore, but I'm as nasty wet as one too."

With a groan, I reluctantly picked my head up from that soft, white pillow of skin. Using the bedpost to lever myself to my feet, I offered her my hand. When I pulled her up, she melted all soft and warm in my arms, snuggling into my bare chest.

"God, I love you. The way you can make me feel..." She nuzzled her head under my chin.

Smiling, I kissed her hair. "I know, my lovely. You make me feel the same way."

Beth looked up at me, and I saw that her eyes were gleaming. Her hand left my side and wove into my long hair, pulling my face down hard to meet hers. Her lips though were gentle, soft and seeking only love in my kiss, my touch. I felt her lips twitch after a moment of it though. She pulled back, wiping at my mouth with an apologetic smile.

"Damn, hun! You...really, stink of pussy!" She giggled. "I have got to go get a bath and please, please go wash your face."

Grabbing our shower bag, a towel and her thick robe from the Rubbermaid, she dressed simply and left the tent still giggling like a loon. 

Settling my own clothes, I dug out my shaving kit, and stuck my feet into my soft shoes. Going out into the common area under the big tent, I looked over at the sun just starting to make itself seen over the edge of the trees. The chilly breeze off the lake was enough to send chill bumps that I had to rub away up my arms, but not strong enough to blow off a thin water-hugging fog. I glanced around at the other tents of my household, a few soft snores and even fewer half-heard mumbles marking their first morning at war, on this cold now April first.

Taking a deep breath, I was about to walk to the bath house when Alejandro unzipped his door and came out, stretching his back. He saw me, gave me a grin and scratched his hand through the long loose locks of his hair. Walking over to me, he kept that grin. 

"It goes without saying, you've had a good morning so far, Evan. Fun way to be woke up, by the way. Getting to listen to that." He fanned his face. "Like a portable heater, the two of you. I could feel the heat through the tent walls."

Actually feeling embarrassed, I grinned and just nodded.

He saw my little leather bag and pointed at it. "Heading up to the bath house? Let me get my kit, I'll walk with you." He slicked the curls of his mustache. "Got to look my best this fine April morning."

Chuckling, he went back to his tent and in a few we were walking up together to the cinder block building that was this site's shower and permanent bathroom. I wrapped my cloak around my arms before we were half way there. With a shiver, he did the same with his.

"Jesus, fuck howdy, it is cold this morning," he said after a dozen more feet. "Okay, note-to-self: bring warmer clothes next year."

"I've got extra stuff packed. We just did Gulf Wars, so it was easier to just launder everything and leave the trailer packed. You're certainly welcome to what will fit you."

He looked at my heavier frame and smiled. "I'll look like I'm getting my clothes from Abdul the Tent Maker." He shivered again. "Thanks, though. I'll take you up on that. Come on, walking faster, what a good idea!"

Laughing, I hurried after him. As we got closer, I began to hear Beth's voice raised in song. Alejandro stopped and listened. When he looked to me, I smiled. "Yeah, it's her. She loves to sing. Especially in the shower."

"She's got a great voice."

I nodded agreement and walked into the men's side of the bathhouse. We were the only ones there. I made quick use of one of the toilets and then, after giving my face a look over in the mirror, began to shave, still listening to Beth singing. I could easily let memory show me what she looked like just now, standing under that stream of hot water, her body moving as she soaped up and rinsed off. It's a sight I've seen hundreds of times, but can still watch over and over with pleasure.

Alejandro stepped up beside me and lathered up the sides of his face. I noticed he was quietly humming along with Beth. Even as I shaved, I found myself watching him. The way he did things with such deliberate action, no wasted motions. He shaved like an artist would approach a canvas, carefully placing the blade only after he had chosen the exact spot where he wanted it to go.

His eyes shifted over to me. A slow smile formed.

"I like begin watched. It's a guilty pleasure of mine, enjoying the eyes of others upon me." He washed the blade in the stream of water, tapping the hairs out the razor and going back to his face, trimmed another path clean. "Vanity, is such a sin, but it is also so much fun." 

I laughed, a soft chuckle. He and I exchanged another look in the mirror, and then we both laughed. A deep rich laugh from him and an almost infectious giggle from me.

** ** ** ** ** ** **

"Oh, yea! Oh, yea! My Lords and Ladies!"

"We heard you the first two dozen times...you sadistic so and so." Timothy muttered, holding his head between his hands, covering his ears as the herald continued his repeated speech, giving us the time for the armor inspection and for the first melees and tournaments. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Thank you. Now go. Far away. As quietly as you can manage."

"Delicate this morning, Timothy?" asked Beth setting a plate in front of him. 

"Oh, fuck my life. Jim, I hate you this morning, just so you know that." He looked at the food but turned a little green at the idea. "Mandy, your husband is a very evil man."

"No he is not! He is a very sweet, loving and caring man." Mandy gave Jim a kiss, on the side of the neck. "But he is a wicked brewer of some truly devilish concoctions. You have sampled enough of them by now to know that. So blameth not my husband for thy foolish excess, good Dane. Rather looketh thou to thy own besotted self for the true villain of thy morning vexation." 

"No, no, please. No Shakespeare voice." Tim, moaned. He took another look at the food we were all digging into. "It's far too early for that part of my brain to have to work figuring out what you just said."

"She said shut up it's your own fault," I told him around a forkful of hash browns. I daubed a bit of ketchup off my lip with the edge of my thumb."And to not blame her husband that you drank ten mugs of his oak-aged vanilla mead."

At the laughter of the household, Timothy clutched his head in both hands again and laid his elbows on his knees in misery.

"Poor, poor Dane," said Beth, setting down her plate. She moved over to Timothy, and leaning over placed a kiss on his head. He groaned even at that light touch. "I understand. It's not your fault at all."

"No," he muttered. "No, it wasn't" 

"I understand completely, it was the fault of that mead being just so delicious that you...had...to get another mug. And another," she said with clearly false sympathy.

"Exactly. Not my fault at all," he answered, in his pain not hearing her tone like the rest of us were.

"And that you have the self-control, when it comes to alcohol, of a masturbating chimpanzee," Beth patted the top of his head, as his mead saturated brain caught up to her sarcasm."That's not your fault either, right?"

Timothy again clutched his head at our laughter.

I watched my wife kneel down in front of him. "Now, go to my medical bag, get you a couple of Aleve, drink at least two cold bottles of water, and then eat your food before it gets cold. Oh, and man the fuck up, Dane. I expect to see you on the field to protect my fool of a husband. If he comes back covered in bruises I'm going to blame a certain person and take it out his hide." Beth put a finger under Timothy's chin. The burly, tattooed-covered biker-guy looking up at her meekly. "Understood, sweetie?"

He nodded without saying anything else. He got to his feet and set his plate into his seat to save it. I watched him with a smile shuffle off to my tent. 

"Some people. I swear!" She sighed and plopped dramatically back down in the seat between Alejandro and me. "They just do not know how to handle their liquors."

"By the ears, right?" piped in Alejandro.

"Exactly," she answered and picked up her plate from my knee where she had left it. "Oh, and Timothy? Bring me a soda from the cooler while you're at it, hun. Please. Thank you."

Alejandro and I exchanged a silent grin over the top of her head.

** ** ** ** ** ** **

"How you holding up there?" I asked Timothy as we stood waiting in our armor for the Knights Marshall to call "Lay on!" again. I rotated my left shoulder to try and ease the stinging ache from where a Trimarian knight had tagged me earlier. "Dane? You okay?"

"Please, Evan. I'm trying not to throw up in my helmet."

Chuckling, I left him alone with his misery, and turned to Jim who was on the other side of me. He gave me a tight nod and a half-salute with his sword.

"And...lay on, my lords!" cried the Marshall.

"STAY THE LINE!"

"DRESS IT UP!"

"MOVE IT UP! MOVE IT UP!"

Moving forwards with the rest of the shield wall, into that narrow gap between the stacked hay bales that simulated a lowered draw bridge, I raised my shield quickly to block an incoming arrow. The feel of it twanging off the plywood surface traveled through to my arm.

"REFORM!"

"BALISTA!"

"GIVE ME A SPEAR UP HERE!"

"SHIELD! NEED A SHIELD!"

A red-belted squire from Meridies gave my shoulder a tap as he moved behind me. 

"SHIELD COMING UP. SHIELD COMING UP," I yelled as I advanced to join the wall of wood and metal where the crumpling sounds of an endless car crash were thundering.

"SHIELDWALL! ADVANCE! ADVANCE! ADVANCE!"

Lord Essex pointed with his sword towards the other end of the shield wall, sending his squire running to take care of that side while he managed to direct our end of the line. 

"LOOK UP! BALISTA, LOOK UP!" 

As the lines of warriors closed, I felt my adrenaline again start to rush through me. Then there was a back and fourth for a few moments to let the pole arms, have a chance. My shield took a couple of hard hits, but nothing got through. At the Knight's command, we pushed forward till our shields slammed into theirs.

"DRESS THE LINES! DRESS IT UP! DRESS IT UP!

Oh, the roar of it! The metal on wood roar!

"MERIDEAS, ADVANCE! SHIELDS TOTHE RIGHT! SHIELDS RIGHT!

The din as blow after blow was attempted over the edge of my shield was deafening but they didn't deliver anything hard enough that I felt I needed to acknowledge it. They pushed me back a step, but then from behind I felt a shield on my back helping me to hold ground against their strength. 

"STAND YOUR GROUND!"

"Coming out, coming out. Dead, coming out!"

I moved enough for Jim to move from the spot beside me.

"DRESS UP THE CORNER! MERIDIAS!!!"

A hard jab from a pole arm over the shoulder of the man in front of me finally slipped through. The padded end connected with the front of my visor knocking my head back. Off balance, I couldn't recover when the back of my legs connected with the hay bale next to me.

"Oh, shit..." Tumbling ass-over-teakettle, I hit the ground with a sound similar to a black-smith shop collapsing. Into a pile of aluminum cans. On top of a cat.

A hand helped steady me, as I tumbled in a roll to my knee, catching myself with the end of my sword digging into the soft turf.

"You alright?" asked the marshall when I shook my head to clear the cobwebs. "You sure? Check your helm." He pulled me to my feet and kept a hand there till I steadied. I nodded my thanks.

Holding my sword arm over my head, I turned and walked past the line of hay, slipping past the warriors from the back rank as they moved into the gap my loss had caused.

The walk back to the edge of the field and the resurrection post took the last of the adrenaline from me leaving me actually glad I was dead, at least for now. Popping my visor, I pulled the helm from my head, taking my doo-rag with it. Making sure that the visor's hinge was not broken, I pulled the thin metal back straight and snapped it shut. When I reached the edge of the field, I gestured to a water bearer, who brought me a quick drink. I had her pour a little of the cold water into the black head rag.

"Thank you," I told her, as I put it back on.

"You're welcome, my lord."

"HOLD!"

"HOLD!" "HOLD!" "HOLD!" "HOLD!'

As the Field Marshall's call was picked up, and repeated by dozens of voices, till it sounded across the whole field behind me, I was thankful for it. Standing there, trying to catch my breath, I found I couldn't. Dropping my helm to the ground, I knelt beside it and leaned my sweaty forehead on my sword.

"Evan, you okay?"

"Yeah." I glanced up to see Beth moving around to stand as close to me as she could. "Just a bit winded. Adrenaline shakes. I'm good."

"You sure? Need to take a break?" she asked clearly worried.

With a shake of my head, I got back to my feet, and cinched my helm back on. Even though I would have liked to stay where I was till the marshall started the melee again, I had to go back to the others. Tapping the resurrection post with my sword, the marshall next to it nodded that he had seen it. I headed back across the field over to where Jim and Timothy were standing, waiting.

Before I could speak, the knight, Sir Essex stopped next to the three of us.

"You okay there?" he asked, resting his hand on my shoulder. "I saw you kneeling down over there."

"I was just catching my breath," I told him.

"Good. Reform with the line. The marshall is about to make the call."

Nodding, I took my place.

"Evan?"

"Stop mother-henning me, Jim. I'm good..." I told him, then gave him a look and a shrug "...ish."

"LAY ON!"

** ** ** ** *** ** ** 

Running my head under the rapidly chilling water, I moved a little to let the cold hit the sore place on my left arm. I grimaced at the slight pain from the railroad track-looking bruise on my shoulder and bicep. As the cold began to leech away the pain, I wish I could just stand here all day and let it soak the pain away, but there was a bath house full of guys waiting to get a shower. Shutting off the sad, leaking excuse for a faucet, I moved out from under the continuing dribble it let fall and reached through the curtain for my towel. I gave myself a quick rub to get somewhat dry, and then wrapped it around my hips. After sticking my feet back in my rubber bath sandals, I stepped outside so that the next guy waiting could use the shower. He, I noticed, had twice as many bruises as I did.

With my shower bag in hand, I moved out the wet-floored room into the area where guys were getting dried off and dressed. I used my second towel to get my hair dry and my legs. Sitting down on the simple wooden bench, I stepped back out my shoes and dried my feet better. Looking up, I smiled when I saw Alejandro walk into the bathroom. He gave me a quick grin then headed into the part of the bathhouse where the toilets and urinals were. I noticed a few eyes follow him, not all the looks were nice though. There were then a couple of exchanged looks between a few of the guys.

Those guys either moved back into the shower area to dress, or hurriedly left when Alejandro came walking back out.

The poi dancer's eyes went to my shoulder and he winced at the twin lines of bruising.

"Ouch!" He pointed to it. "And that would be why I don't get the whole hitting-each-other-with-sticks part of the SCA."

"Looks worse than it feels. I'll be sore for a day but I can't beat the rush the fighting gives me. I'll take the bruises to get that." Taking my towel, I gave it one more shake through my hair then got my brush out the shower bag. "You might like to give rapier fighting a try. The rush is the same but the bruises are less."

"Swishy-poke is for people that are young and in shape," said Timothy stepping over to us. His towel already replaced with his kilt. "Evan, there gave it a try and he looked like a geriatric case before the end of the first day."

"Yeah, yeah," I muttered then broke into my best Yoda impersonation. "Old and feeble am I. But when my age you are, look as good you will not! Besides who was the hungover one this morning?"

Alejandro chuckled, at my not subtle thumb pointing. I noticed his eyes taking in Tim's bare chest. He moved his head a bit to follow the blue tribal around to Timothy's back.




Fool's War



"Nice ink. More Celtic than Danish though," he said.

"Thanks." Timothy turned to let him see more of the back with all its intricate knot patterns. "I was going through a Celtic phase at that point in my life. I would do it different now, but I'm still happy with the ink." He put his foot up next to me on the bench and began to lace up his black moccasin boots. That done, he belted his black-leather and Mexican concha-coin belt around his narrow hips. His belt pouches and dagger riding those narrow hips. "Well, I have done my duty for King, House, and for another man's overprotective wife. I'm off to go merchant raiding."

"Good luck in thy plundering, sir Dane." said Alejandro with a grin.

When Timothy left, I stood up unfolded my own kilt from the pile and dropped my towel. I saw but paid no mind to the quick down look of Alejandro's eyes. I was okay with him taking a look if he wanted to. As I wrapped my hips with my dark blue and green tartan, I noticed that there were more than a few eyes in the bathhouse on us.

Alejandro noticed my eyes and glanced over his shoulder at the faces that hastily averted. When I met his gaze there was a grin in his eyes. He leaned in a bit.

"A gay man in a bathroom makes the straight guys nervous. I would hang out here all day and just enjoy the discomfort, but most of them are flattering themselves if they think I'm interested." He smirked and rolled his eyes.

Smiling, I leaned a little closer myself, and blocked my mouth with my hand. "Well, a bi-guy gets to enjoy the show and not have to worry about people reporting him to the autocrat, for being a perv."

His eyebrows rose.

"Really?" he asked. I nodded. "Hump. I would not have guessed, and I'm good at noticing that kind of thing normally. How long?"

"Since high school, that's when I noticed I had an interest, but since I tried it? Late twenties, to my early thirties. Meeting Beth let me get a taste for doing anything for pleasure, so long as no one gets hurt."

"Yeah, I noticed she's a bit of a wild spirit."

"I noticed your noticing." I told him, grinning as I pulled my tunic out and over my head. "Careful with her by the way, she will mother hen you to death. I may be the Lord of Knavery House, but she runs the household."

"I saw that this morning. She seemed like my old drill sergeant in how she got everyone going this morning. I kept wanting to give her a salute." He laughed.

"You were military?"

"Marines. Straight out of high school. Dad figured a stint in the Corps would make a man of me. He noticed what I was early on and tried to cure it." I had to laugh at his raised eyebrows. He shrugged. "He was a 'Gunny' in Granada and figured if I joined, I wouldn't end up...well, wouldn't be what I am now." He shrugged again. "It was an interesting several years of my life. Got to see a couple of beautiful places and more than a few shit holes. The best by far was the base at Kaneohe Bay, Hawaii. God, that is a beautiful place to live."

"That where you picked up poi spinning.?" I asked.

"Yeah. Me and a couple of buddies got a pass, and went to a luau. I watched the fire dancers there, while my buddies ogled the hula girls. Then we hit a local hooker strip. Met this gorgeous French-Asian girl that all the others kept giving me the wave off signal on. I thought they were just fuckin' around, trying to get me to not go with her since she was by far and away the sexiest prostitute there."

He chuckled.

"What?" I asked, even though I was beginning to guess.

"She was 'mahu' to use the Hawaiian word. A drag queen, transgender really as she was taking the hormones and had some damn nice little breasts. First pierced nipples I ever encountered, too. For about a week's salary, that little Asian flower showed me what I had spent a lifetime missing out on. When I got back, I caught so much ribbing from the guys I told them all she did was give me a blowjob." He shook his head. "I left the Corps about two weeks latter."

At my lifted eyebrows, he smiled.

"Don't ask, don't tell...well, I told. Loudly! The base commander booted me out his 'Beloved Corps' so fast my dog tags were smoking." He shrugged. "It was mutual by then. Stayed there on O'ahu for the next four years. Learned fire spinning, learned what I was. If the locals hadn't seen me as such a Haole I might still be there. That and I kept running into former squad mates and getting into arguments and more than a few fights."

Grabbing my bag, I left the bathhouse, and he walked with me back to camp.

"When did you get into the SCA?" I asked. 

"Oh, there in Hawaii. Kingdom of Caid. Didn't go to a lot of events but had fun. Then I got away from it for a few...alright a half dozen years, give or take. Saw a few fighters at a park about two years back and stopped to talk. Been to about eight events since then. Including this one." He looked over at me as we walked. "How about you, Evan of the Isles? Who looks more like a Viking than an Irishman."

I chuckled. "Well, I grew up in the SCA. Been playing this game since I was in the cradle. Hell, Mom and Dad dragged me to an event from the maternity ward. My first toys were rivets from Dad's armor repair box and the thimbles from Mom's sewing kits. I probably knew more uses for duct tape and who were the kings of the Middle Ages before I was seven than anyone in their right minds has business knowing."

I grinned at his laughter. Then swallowed down the bitterness. 

"Mom...she got sick, we thought it just a cold but ah...then she was gone. After that Dad didn't want to go to...well, he didn't want to do anything. Then, I left for college...I got a call my second month there. He had driven his car into the concrete pier of a railroad trestle at over a hundred. No seat belt. The autopsy showed his blood alcohol level was six-times the legal limit. While I was waiting there for his effects, I overheard an officer say it was a miracle he had been conscious to drive. He didn't know my dad or what it's like in the Society."

"We are a...non-sober lot at times." He nodded, then thought better of what he had said. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have..."

"No. No, it's alright. That was years and years ago." I gave a shrug. "I still miss them but I'm okay. Beth helped me a lot to get to that point. Her and Jim and his wife, Mandy got me back in. They had all known each other for years. They were just getting started in the Society when she and I met out at Gulf Wars. Beth was dancing, and I was unable to look anywhere other than at her. She noticed me. We talked. Took a walk. Ended up making out, lying on top of my cloak, down at the fort. At about three in the morning!"

He burst into laughter.

"Oh, and we had an audience. A couple of high ladies from the Middle Kingdom saw us and, went and got half their households."

We were both chuckling when we walked into camp. Jim saw us and quirked and eyebrow then began to grin. 

"Let me guess. The Dawn Battle of the Brooms?"

I nodded. "I was just getting to that part."

"Brooms? Oh, this is getting better and better," asked Alejandro, pulling up his seat.

Sitting down, I leaned over to my cooler and pulled out a soda. I offered but neither of them took me up on it. "Yeah. Brooms. Those ladies, when they brought back their people, also brought back about a half dozen brooms. Now, I had got a handful of Beth's bare breast; she had pulled my kilt up and had this death-grip choke-hold on my cock. We were locked mouth to mouth and down on us, in a rain of straw, comes all these whacking brooms! Those fuckers..."

Jim stared to wave his hand even as he was trying to breathe. "I...I was there! It was fucking hysterical. I had been about to leave the party at the Middle Kingdom camp when they came in tell us what they had seen. I snuck down there with them to see what was going to happen. I realized who it was as the ladies started to swing."

"Yeah. And this asshole was lying on the grass, behind them, laughing his sick fucking ass off!" I grabbed a handful of ice from my cooler and chucked it at Jim. "Fuckin' prick. Anyway. We were chased out the fort and through merchants' row with brooms. Waking most of the merchants in the process, several of whom also grabbed up brooms and joined the hunt."

I seriously wondered if Alejandro was going to fall over in his chair. His baritone laugh was carrying far enough that others, who camped across the street and up the hill, were looking over to see what was funny.

"I finally managed to get up off the grass," said Jim, wiping a tear from his eye. "I took John's Shortcut at a run and saw the two of them." He pointed to me."Running hand in hand, from a mob that would have not been out of place in a Hammer film. I knew then. I knew at that very moment, I was seeing a future husband and wife together. Giggling his head off, Evan scooped her up, and mind you Beth was no little flower then either. She was what? Maybe twenty pounds less than now?"

"I refuse to answer that on the grounds it will have me sleeping in the van all weekend." Shaking my head, I leaned back giving him a grin. "Go on, it's been too many years now for me to be still embarrassed."

Jim smirked. Then, just holding in the hee-hees, he turned to Alejandro. "Evan had...been ill about a month before that event. Now, I didn't know him very well at the time, mind you. Oh, I'd seen him at a few sites but...just in passing."

"Get on with it," I said, running my tongue over the porcelain dental caps, remembering the pain.

"Evan had been sick, and had lost a few dozen pounds, so let's just say his kilt wasn't fitting him well, and Beth...had been tugging on his belt as a handle before they started kissing. So he scooped her up and was running, and his kilt dropped. It tripped him. He stumbled and crashed into the front gate-posts of Axemoor. Beth goes tumbling out his arms into that ditch in front of their banner wall. Now, she's ass-over-teakettle for sure, but the Lord of Knavery here is almost out cold..."

"I turned just before we hit, so she didn't strike the wood. Because of that, I hit harder," I said with a shrug.

"A true gentleman," said Alejandro, smiling.

"Thank you."

Jim gave me a chuckling look, a mixture of pride and humor.

"I get there, mad as hell at him." He pointed to me with his chin. "I go see to Beth. She's dirty but unhurt. I turn around to give him a piece of my mind. Now we've got a dozen lanterns converging on us, and they lit his face when he managed to sit up." Jim winced at the memory "Oh, damn. I started screaming for the chirurgeon."

"Bad?" asked Alejandro.

"I had a lateral blow-out fracture of my orbital bone." Knowing that Alejandro's boyfriend was a doctor, I gave him the one medical description I'll probably never forget, even as I ran my fingers over the side of my left cheek and eyebrow. "I had basically broken the upper left-side of my face. I had also knocked out two teeth, and very nearly broken my nose. I even had a mild concussion."

"Mild, my ass! He was a fucking mess," said Jim, shaking his head. "Oh, god I thought he was dying on me! The man was covered in blood. Gushing it from his nose, his mouth. He's half out his head, and deliriously worried...about her. Begging anyone that got near him to tell him how she was. This crazy fucker's about to take a ride to the ER; Beth's got a few scrapes and a bruise or two, and he's worried to death about...her!"

I shrugged. "Anyway. That was how she and I met. I healed, with her either at my side or ringing the phone off the hook to see how I was. We married about five months latter, at Pennsics, with this clown as my best man."

"The wedding pictures look wonderful." Jim snickered. "I just so wish I could remember some of it."

Alejandro's puzzled expression made him look like a mischievous schoolboy...pirate.

"Our resident brewmaster here donated a fifteen gallon oak barrel of mead for the celebration. We had half of Pennsics drunk that night, I think." I chuckled. "That would be where we met Timothy. He was passed out in our camp the next morning. In this chair in fact." Patting the arm rests, I looked up to see the man in question coming down the road into camp with a plastic bag in each hand.

"Does Timothy have a problem with alcohol?" asked Alejandro.

"No, I figured out that problem years ago." Timothy stopped in front of me. "These are yours. Your lovely wife, is buying up half of the Merchant's Row and asked me to play porter." 

Groaning, I took the bags from him and got up to carry them into my tent. Timothy was, of course, in my chair when I came back out, but that was nothing new. He was talking to our neighbor about alcohol.

"Yeah, it can be a bitch. Since I'm only borderline type one diabetic though...so long as I eat a meal before I drink, I'm generally fine. I just get hung over really badly."

"That and he drinks like a fish," I said, pulling Beth's empty chair closer.

Timothy, shrugged, not trying to deny it. "Where is our Knight of Cheddar?"

"He's up at the ANS giving out samples of his creations. David is probably driving some poor judge crazy." Jim leaned his arm over the back of his chair. "Lord Rennet took the cart with the whole cooler when he left."

"Is he entered into the competition?" asked Alejandro. "He should, what we had last night was excellent Brie."

"That was Camembert," said Bob sticking his head out his tent. "If David hears you calling it Brie he'll have a conniption fit. Now gentlemen, if you would, Phyllis and I are trying to take a nap. Moderated voices if you please, for her sake, before she murders you all."

"Sorry," said Jim, picking up a small, stray pretzel from the table and flicking it at Bob's head. "We didn't know you were in there. Snore louder next time to give us a clue."

Feeling my phone vibrate in my pouch, I pulled it out and looked at the text.

~Come help me carry things. At Lidia's Tent ~

With a roll of my eyes, I texted back.

~ O. M. W.~

"Gentlemen, if you will pardon me, I've been summoned to take care of the needs of a sexy maiden in distress."

"Don't let that ring tug your nose so hard there, Evan," joked Timothy, as I got to my feet. "Man up and tell her you'll be there when you get there."

I tossed my cloak over my shoulders, and moved the penannular brooch till it sat where it was supposed to.

"Well, Tim I'm not going to do that, because first I'm not stupid enough to do something that rude to so lovely a woman. Second, I want to get laid tonight and a couple more times this week as well. And third...who has already been her pack-mule today?" I pointed both fingers at him "Why didn't you tell her that?"

"Because she knows where I sleep," he said sheepishly. 

"Exactly." I tossed the edge of my cloak over my shoulder, freeing up my right arm to hook my mug to my belt loop. "Be back in a bit. Don't bore out newest friend to death with old stories."

"Oh, no. I don't mind. So far they have been good stories." Alejandro got to his feet. "But let me get my mancala board and I'll keep them entertained, till you get back."

"That's the game played with rocks, right?" I heard Jim ask as I walked away. "How do you play?"

"It's easy." I just did hear Alejandro say before I had walked too far to hear. "I'll teach you, don't worry."

** ** ** ** ** ** **

~"doum doum teketek doum tekatek * doum doum teketek doum tekatek"~

Moving on the edge of the hoffla, my head moving to the drum beats, I took a sip from my mug letting the sweet-dark taste of Jim's mead coat my tongue. Enjoying the many lovely ladies moving before me, their bodies weaving in patterns that made me of course think of sex with them. The very dances themselves simply vertical expressions of a raw, horizontal, sexual desire.

~"doum doum teketek doum tekatek * doum doum teketek doum tekatek"~

I grinned when I saw Admiranda moving towards me, her hips rocking side to side in fast rhythm. I'm sure her coin belt was jingling but I couldn't hear it for the sounds of the party. She danced in front of me, me enjoying every second of her. I held up my mug and tipped an eyebrow. She nodded, then turned and leaned back. Her hands never once stopping the movement above her belly button till her head came to rest almost level with my sporran. When her mouth opened wide, I swear I nearly came just from the erotic sight of her long bare neck and open lips. Carefully, I brought my mug down close to her mouth and let a little mead fall, drop by drop to her waiting lips.

~"doum doum teketek doum tekatek * doum doum teketek doum tekatek"~

I groaned when she snaked her tongue out to catch the drops that hit her red lipstick, chasing them into her mouth. Then after a few more, she came back up and turned to face me, smiling because she knew the effect that had just had on me. Still dancing, she moved into my arms, her face very close to mine. I could smell the mead on her breath, and I knew that she could smell the same on mine.

"Beth told me to give you something," she said right by my ear.

"What was that?" I asked, leaning in.

Her lips were suddenly pressed into mine and her hands draped over the back of my neck. Smiling into the kiss, I let my hands come to rest on the warm skin just above her coin belt. I loved the feel of it when she rubbed her breasts against my chest and I wished suddenly for a lot less clothes.

~"doum doum teketek doum tekatek * doum doum teketek doum tekatek"~

Then her lips were again by my ear, applying soft, pecking-kisses between words. "She also said. If I wanted to. I could ask you. To ask her. For permission. To be with me. At Border Raids."

When she pulled back to look at my face I looked into her eyes, and saw such raw desire it was far more intoxication than the mead. That such could be directed towards me by anyone, was very heady stuff.

"I'll have to do that." I brought my hand up to her cheek and brushed back a stray lock of her dark hair. "That will be one hell of a Border Raids, Admiranda."

She grinned, that oh-so-playful grin of hers. "I'll make sure it is, for all of us." Her face leaned back in my ear again. "My real name is Ellie. I'll give you a call. Soon."

~"doum doum teketek doum tekatek * doum doum teketek doum tekatek"~

Another tooth loosening kiss and she was gone back into the swirl of people. A swirl that I seemed to somehow be moving among, but not be a true part of. I moved and listened, did a dance step or two. Drank some more, and moved out someone's way. Smiled at smiles. But the more the party went on the more out of sorts I began to feel with the spirit of this party.

So I watched for familiar faces among the participants. Faces from past wars, friends, old and not so old. A couple of people I grew up seeing from my childhood, nodded to me when they saw me looking at them. Taking another long sip I realized my mug was almost empty, finished the last and I hooked it back on my belt. The idea to go get more was there but I also knew why I would be drinking.

~"doum doum teketek doum tekatek * doum doum teketek doum tekatek"~

I wasn't looking for familiar faces in the crowd. I was looking for ones that were not there. The ones that should be...but no longer can be.

"Hey!" I turned to find Beth in my arms. "No tears in your mead tonight, sailor."

"Old memories," I said.

"I know. But this is the now. Time to make some new ones. I saw that Admiranda talked to you. So, do you and I need to have a talk about her? You know I don't mind her, right? Even though she's single," Beth assured me.

Nodding, I put my arm around her and pull her in.

~"doum doum teketek doum tekatek * doum doum teketek doum tekatek"~

"Damn it, Evan."




Fool's War



"Sorry," I said into her hair.

"Are we going to have to stop coming to this event?" she asked against my chest. 

"No. It's alright. You know me, lovely. I just get a little down when I'm here." I took a deep breath to chase off the old ghosts that swirled around me. "Like you said, time to make some good memories."

Beth looked up at me then slowly smiled. "That's why I sent sexy-hips over to you. I know you like her, and she wants to hump you something fierce, sailor. Can't say I mind too much the idea of watching her do that either."

"She told me her mundane name is Ellie."

Beth nodded. "She told me that once a few events back. When we exchanged numbers and addresses. Hey, look."

Following her finger, I saw the blazing swirl of living fire that was Alejandro spinning poi. He was about fifty feet away with a ring of onlookers, clapping, as he danced with the flames.

"Damn, that man is a piece of eye-candy," she pouted. "And bats for the other team."

"And, from what he said, has a boyfriend," I added. "You may have to just make do with your normal evening of Klingon sex with me."

"Not that that doesn't sound like fun, but...I'm in the mood for more than simply ten to fifteen orgasms in a row, with me shredding pillows with my teeth to keep from howling like a banshee in heat."

~"doum doum teketek doum tekatek * doum doum teketek doum tekatek"~

Laughing, I begin sway to the music with my wife.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked, my hands resting on her twitching hips.

"I think I already have him hooked and snared." She grinned. "He's got a taste for Irish sailor, and this morning's fun gave him the idea that I can make a man squirm. I don't care how much he thinks he doesn't like women."

"Ah, so I'm bait."

"You're not going to stand there and lie to me and tell me the idea of getting in those leather pants of his hasn't crossed your perverted mind, just as much as it has mine." She moved her hand down to behind my sporran pouch and cupped my half-hard cock through the kilt. "See? I know my husband."

"Thought about it sure. But like I said, he has a partner."

"They play. I got to talk to Alejandro while you were fighting earlier. He and Gary are more in the nature of friends with benefits than lovey-dove. They're not exclusive," she said smiling.

"So, you're wanting me to hook him for you and reel him in." I watched the spinning ribbons of fire and the bare chested man in the middle of them. "Then you're wanting to share him, I take it?"

"Of course. I love to share my toys with my husband," she purred. "You know that."

~"doum doum teketek doum tekatek * doum doum teketek doum tekatek"~

I grinned at the memories of the many years' worth of sex-filled-nights with this voluptuous creature in my arms. She stepped closer rubbing her soft body against mine, her hand still on my cock that rapidly hardened in her fingers. Leaning in for what I had intended to be a soft kiss only, I was delighted to find fire and passion that pulled me into an engulfing war of lips and tongues.

"Hey you two, get a room already."

Beth swatted at Jim to make him leave us alone. Mandy giggled and pulled him out of reach of her hand. Several minutes later, minutes that felt like endless hours where we were simply alone and not surrounded by people, we slowly parted. Our eyes lingered on each other's faces, pulling in all the familiar recognition points. Mates seeking reassurances that the awesome person, in whose arms they were, was real.

"Go take our future-bed-partner a cold drink, lover," she said, her hand lingering on my chest. Her eyes seemed fascinated at the patterns she was making in my chest hair. She glanced toward Alejandro. "He looks like his spinning is starting to slow down over there. He's probably thirsty."

Nodding, I gave her another kiss then went over to the little wagon where the household cooler and Jim's many growlers of mead were sitting icy cold. Phyllis looked up at me and smiled. I grinned at her and picked up her hand to give the back of her fingers a kiss. She playfully gave me a pop.

~"doum doum teketek doum tekatek * doum doum teketek doum tekatek"~

Getting a beer from the cooler, I headed over to where Alejandro had stopped spinning and, fires extinguished, was talking to a few of his audience. I could hear him explaining things to them as I walked up. He saw what was in my hand as I held it up towards him, and his eyes went wide.

"Excuse me if you please." He took the steps to me as I popped the top on the bottle with the hook on my belt. "Oh, god's laughter, thank you, my friend. I'm parched."

"Saw part of your show before Beth and I got lost in a kissing marathon. Looked like you almost clipped yourself there once, but then my eyes are a little blurred."

"Oh, no. You saw it right. I did." He held up his arm, showing me a place where the skin was covered in a layer of black soot. He placed the cold bottle on top of it and, looking up at the stars, sighed in pleasure. "I need to go wash this off and take a look at it. See how bad I burned it."

"Well come on, I'll walk with you." I followed him through the dispersing crowd of people and we headed down the gravel road way towards the bathhouse. We quickly left behind the noise of the multiple parties going on around the merchant and fighting area. By the time we were at the cinder block building, with its old spider web covered light fixtures, we were alone. "It's not a bad burn, is it?"

"Oh, no. Probably nothing more than a graze. I just did feel the steel touch me, so it shouldn't be bad."

I followed him into the bathhouse and over to the sinks. "Have you ever been burned bad?"

He nodded his head as he ran his arm under the cold water. Reaching up, he moved his braid to the side, and just under his right ear, half hidden behind the braided-silver torc necklace he wore, was a large scar. Shaped rather oddly, it ran down to near his collar, growing steadily fainter.

"Was spinning while really drunk off my ass one night, and tangled up my chains. With them above my head. Both poi came down on my shoulder and the oil I use to make them burn sloshed off the wicks. I was on fire for about fifteen seconds before I even knew it. I had automatically done a wrist-flip, to untangle the chains, and was already going back into spinning when a guy comes running up and starts trying to slap out the flames. Then a lady was there pouring a bottle of water over me. That ride to the ER, with a Ziploc icepack full of crushed ice running cold water down my spine, sobered me up. About a number of things I had been doing."

"Like what?" I asked after a moment of silence. "Unless I'm being nosy."

"Oh, no. It's fine. I wouldn't have brought it up if it still bothered me." He shrugged. "I was just getting out of hand. Wild as hell, off the leash kinda wild. Not thinking my way through things just doing them and hoping things worked out for the best. Drinking too much when they didn't."

I nodded understanding exactly that feeling, even if I had never quite gotten to that point. Oh, so very close, but just not all the way there.

"That burn, the pain of it was an awakening, it was also a blessing in disguise, really. I met Gary at the ER. He was just what I needed then. A friend more than a lover...even though we did eventually end up in bed together." He looked over his arm in the light. "Yeah, this is okay. Maybe a little aloe from my med kit. Eh, I've had worse sunburns." Turning, he grinned at me and placed the bottle back on the burn. "The beer helps."

"It was Beth's idea."

"She is a..." He paused as if to organize his words.

"Yeah. She is that." 

He stood silent for a second then looked around. Chuckled. "We seem to be spending an inordinate amount of time in this bathroom chatting. Let me go take a quick piss and we'll head back up to the party."

"Let's take care of your arm first. I mean after you piss."

"Yeah, it would complicate things if we tried to do it...while I was trying to do that. Distractions and all." 

Laughing, he headed into the area with the toilets, while I looked in the mirror and ran my hand through my hair and waited. I moved out of his way so he could wash his hands then we made the short walk back to camp. The only light in camp was my long-life battery LED lantern; I flipped the switch giving it full power so we could see what we were doing. Alejandro darted into his tent for a little black bag and brought it over by the lantern.

Seeing what he had, I went into my tent and grabbed the full medical kit we keep. Sitting it down next to him, I opened the big Plano Tackle box. "Get anything you need out of there. After the Battle of the Brooms, I've made sure to always, always pack for any medical possibility."

"Gary tells me to do the same. I like to travel lighter though, so I generally just toss this bag in the car." He pulled a can of antiseptic burn spray from my box, gave it a quick look then sprayed his arm where it was red. I smiled at his hiss of relief. "I keep some aloe cream for burns, Aleve for my migraines, Ace bandages and a dozen other little things in here. But a kit like this is better. Just bulkier than I'd like to try and pack into my car."

"Hence the U-Haul. Want another beer? Or would you like to try some of the good Brew Master's best? I have a bottle of his finest."

"Better than what we had last night?"

"Much," I said with a smile. "Let me grab it." Pulling out my phone from my pouch, I sent Beth a quick text.

~Opening the bottle of KB-09. Sharing with U know Who~

I was digging out the bottle, from its carefully wrapped corner of my clothes trunk, when my phone began to buzz.

 ~On my way. Save. Me. Some.~ 

Walking back outside, I saw that the med kit was closed, and he was sitting, looking out at the lake. Alejandro's face in profile had a regal, almost nobleness of character. But then, hearing me, he turned back and that smile flashed in hi dark beard. I watched him curl the edges of his mustache out by habit as I took my seat.

"There is a story behind this bottle of magic liquid." Moving my hand to my belt, I sorted by feel through the items till I found the black-leather tassel with the corkscrew. I set to work as I explained. "On the way out to the 2008 Estrella War, Jim pulled into this little backside-of-no-where gas station to fuel up. When he walked in the owner had pint mason jars of honey on a shelf behind his register. Plain paper labels, clearly nothing fancy, but being a meadmaker Jim asked about them."

"Of course." Alejandro nodded. "I've known more than a few. They always are on the lookout for unusual types of honey. "

"Exactly. Ah, here we go." The cork pulled free with a deep pop sound. I slowly poured some into his mug, but held out my hand to stop him as he went to take a sip. "Mandy is out in the car waiting, and waiting. Finally she got out went inside and found her husband in a deep conversation about bees. Seems that all that honey in those jars was from the killer bee type bees. This guy's hives had been overrun by killer bee queens years back, and he was now harvesting from them."

"This is killer bee mead?" he asked as he looked down at the golden liquid. I could already catch the smell of it in my nose.

"Yes. Now here is the funny part. He bought a gallon of it from the guy. Went to the war. Came back, and got it to fermenting. But then he was in a car wreck. A pretty bad one, really. By the time he got out of the hospital and had enough mental clarity to remember things like mead, it was months later. I dropped by, to see how he was doing and he asked me to go to his basement and chuck it out. That it must have ruined. So, I go down there and what do I find? This glass carboy full of the most golden liquid I've ever seen, and it was on the densest cake of yeast at the bottom, I'd ever seen."

I gestured for him to try it.

Watching him take first a long smell, then a slow sip was fun, but when the look of ecstasy appeared on his face as the mead dissolved on his tongue, that was purely erotic. 

"Oh, my gods."

"After taking a sniff, I racked the mead into an empty carboy. Had to damn near take a pressure washer to get that yeast out the bottom of the first one. Cleaned up, told him what I had done, but Jim just dismissed what I had saved. Said it would have all kinds of off flavors no matter how it good it smelled. And I left. About two months later I got a call in the middle of the night, Mandy. Frantic! Told Beth that Jim was down in the basement, about to have some kind of a fit. Yelling his head off. Whooping, hollering...the works. For me to get my ass over there."

I watched the grin appear on Alejandro's face. He took another sip, savoring it. "He tried it, I take it?"

"Yep. Pure curiosity got the better of him before he poured it out." I tipped back my mug and let a little sip cover my tongue. "Oh, damn that's good! So anyway, Beth and I get there. Mandy is upset. He's downstairs, sounds like Jim is tearing the place apart. I go down there expecting to find a battle from the noise."

"What was he doing?"

"Well, he was trying to find all his champagne bottling equipment. He also had his bottling-pump going running all this mead through a filtered racking from one carboy to another smaller one. He was...also cleaning out a one-gallon oak barrel to try aging some of it that way. All at once. He saw me and gave me the biggest hug I've ever received. I think my ribs are still bruised."

Looking up, I saw Beth walking past the bath house. Moving my chair so she could sit closer to Alejandro, I go get her favorite mug from the tent. The one she loves to drink from, but won't take around for fear of breaking it. By the time she walked up, I had it wiped out and waiting on her. 

"Here, lovely. Join us in a sip," I said handing it to her.

"There better be more than a sip, or I'm going to beat the both of you." She warned, taking her chair. The pleasure moan from her, as she took a slow drink, almost lifted the front of my kilt. "God this is the best. He seriously better be finding out how to make more!"

I chuckled at the puzzled look on Alejandro's face. "He hasn't been able to copy it. He's tried dozens of batches, all exactly the same way the first was done and they have never come out just right. Oh, some have been good."

"Umm, but not this good," said Beth purring. She wiggled her butt in her chair then pleasure shivered. "This stuff is orgasm in a bottle.

"You say he made a champagne version of this?" asked Alejandro.

"A gallon's worth," I said, taking a small sip.

"Oh lord, that stuff was heaven on earth, and those bottles didn't last two months." Beth took another sip. "When you drank that, it was like it never touched the back of your mouth, just melted on your tongue."

Taking the bottle, I poured a little more into each cup.

"Tell me," Beth leaned forward toward Alejandro a little. Her merry eyes roving over his face."Have you ever heard what mead's nickname is?"

"Panty loosener?" he asked with a wicked grin.

Beth squirmed again, her eyes flirty. "Yep."

Alejandro grinned at her. "And is it working?" he asked.

"Might be if I was wearing any," she said, the tip of her tongue going between her teeth. "Come to think of it, you're the only one sitting here with underwear on. You tell us. Is it working on your...panties?"

"How do you know if I have on underwear? I might not be wearing anything under these pants." He looked over at me and winked. I smiled back.

Beth leaned back in her chair, slowly smiling, her face taking on that sultry expression I know so well. "Generally only kilts get checked, but well, in your case we could make an exception. The only question being who would you prefer to take a look in those pants, me or Evan?" Before he could answer, she leaned forwards, her hand running up his thigh. "Or maybe both? At the same time."

Alejandro swallowed, looked over at me to judge my reaction only to find me smiling.

"Ah...well, um...I guess, uh, maybe...both." He looked down at her hand on this thigh. "Ah, Beth...it has been quite a while since a woman...well, saw me. No offense but I haven't been a fan of your gender really when it comes to being intimate...I, well I had a few problems."

My wife smiled and slid out her chair till she was on her knees in front of him. She looked up at him, her face that expression of caring love she so often wore, as she ran her hands higher up his legs.

"You, are an incredibly sexy man. Gorgeously handsome, smart, funny and charming." She looked down at his bare stomach. "And so very bite-able. You have no idea how badly I want to just pick a point on you and nibble. Now, I'm not so arrogant to believe that simply my touch can make...any...man respond, but..." She licked her lips. "I do know what men enjoy being done to them. And if you have any problems, well that's what my sailor is for. Right?"

Beth glanced back at me and I nodded. Getting up, I moved over and held my hand out to Alejandro. "It's a bit public out here for us to be checking in your pants, don't you think?"

He looked at my fingers for a moment, then down at Beth looking up at him. I could see the indecision warring within him. When he looked back up at me, I smiled and leaned in enough to take his hand. Alejandro stood up, with a little help from me, but I didn't move back so he found himself almost in my face. His eyes widened when I leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips. He was hesitant for a second then began to kiss me back, just as softly.

I was enjoying the feel of his mustache playing by my lips, when I felt a feminine hand disappear under my kilt. It ran a merry path around my thigh to where it found and took a solid grip my cock. I moaned into the mouth of this delightfully masculine man as Beth's pinky stroked the head. Petting my cock like she would have a cat's back. Then, even as her grip tightened to an almost painful hold, I had to smile feeling him moan back.

Pulling back just enough to look down, I saw that her hand was behind that brocade loincloth, resting on top of his leather pants. Cupping his cock through the thin, dark hide. He looked down too and after a moment smiled.

"We either need to go into our tent or turn off that damn lantern," she said, not moving her hands an inch. "Because I'm just barely holding it together here with you two sexy men. It won't be much longer before I have got to have one or both of you in my mouth." Her eyes dropped to where her hands were. "Please..."

I could feel that lust shiver through her hand. Looking at Alejandro, I could tell he was feeling the same thing. I saw his chest rise a bit quicker and then his eyes returned to me.

"We shouldn't keep a lady waiting. That's not very chivalrous," I said simply.

He nodded, unable, I think, to speak. Holding out my hand, I helped Beth to her feet, only to have her lips attack mine. It was a brief kiss then her lips were by my ear.

"I can taste him on your lips." she purred. "It's his turn, though."

Beth turned from me and moved into his arms. Her head leaned in by his neck, I didn't catch what she whispered into his ear, but I watched her place her fingers to his mouth. His lips parted and her fingers disappeared between them to the second knuckle. His eyes closed in pleasure, and I realized what she had just done. That was the hand that been around my cock and my lovely wife had just fed my pre-cum to another man.

Aroused to the point I was trembling, I took back Alejandro's hand. Beth took his other and we led him to the flap of our tent. Passing inside, I moved over to one of our candle lamps, the cylinder of perforated-tin cast a thousand little stars across the inside of the tent when I got the pillar candle going. I watched Beth light one of her sandalwood incense coils. Standing by our bed, holding onto his left elbow, Alejandro looked so bereft and uncomfortable, I moved over to him. I let a single finger of mine follow the line of his jaw, down his throat and to his collarbone. I hooked the edge of his vest.




Fool's War



"It's warm enough in here. I don't think you need this," I told him.

He looked down at my hand, the fingers resting over his heart. "Sorry, I'm not normally this shy."

Beth pressed up against his back. "If I'm making you uncomfortable I can just sit and watch, but...I promise, that won't be half as much fun for you." Her arms wrapped around his waist, her hands splayed out across those rippled stomach muscles. "Let alone me. Although, I do enjoy seeing two men together. It's just..."

"With that much eye candy, her sweet tooth gets the better of her," I said, smiling at her face over his shoulder. "Help him with his vest."

Nodding, she brought her hands up and caught the glass bead-tipped, string-fringed edges of it. He lifted his shoulder back, letting her peel it off him. Then I saw his back go ram-rod straight as she disappeared out of sight behind him. I knew from past experiences, that she was kissing her way down his spine. When the soft sound of her lips on his skin reached me, it fueled my own hunger to taste him. Moving my mouth to his neck, he leaned his head back giving me access to his throat. The alpha wolf in me recognized the submission, but I still growled deep in my throat as my teeth grazed the slight stubble on his skin, just under his ear, then on his jugular. I followed that beating pulse with my lips to the hollow where shoulder and throat meet, letting my lips bring me the taste of his skin.

I didn't need his hand coming to rest on the back of my neck to guide me lower. Sculpted muscle lightly dusted with dark hairs gave cover to a hard pebble of a nipple, made all the harder by the two silvery-beads of the barbell that pierced it. Catching one in my teeth while I caught and twisted the other, I loved the hiss he made. His fingers, strong and hard, clinched hard on the back of my long hair. Holding me in place as I loosened the bite and kissed at the red pain I had made.

When my mouth moved lower still I found Beth's delicate hand with her dark painted nails in my path, and let my lips dance from finger to finger till I was past them and onto his lower stomach.

Dropping to one knee before him, I looked up to see him, head thrown back and eyes closed, lost in the sensual pleasure of the twin-mouthed attack on his flesh front and back. Those eyes popped open when I caught his belt and tugged hard to unhook the little metal prong. He was looking down at me as I began to undo the brass button-snaps of those black leather pants. When the last snap was undone, and I pealed them back off his hip bones, Beth's hands caught the sides and helped slid them down. I smiled at the sudden jerk forwards he made, knowing my naughty wife had just taken a nibbling bite of his ass cheek. Leaning in, I followed suit and nibbled at the soft skin just above the light forest of dark pubic hairs.

Then his pants were onto his thighs and his hardness was under my jaw. I leaned my head and let him feel the bristle of my jaw along the top of his cock, as I caught it between my chin and shoulder. The male smell of him filled my nose as I did that.

"Definitely regimental," said Beth from behind him. She looked around his hip at my face. "Wouldn't you agree, sailor?"

"Definitely."

Moving a hand up his leather-covered legs, I felt the warmth of smooth skin when the pants gave way to bare thigh. Then Beth's hand was between him and me, wrapping around his cock. 

"This feels nice," she said, directing him, by his hip, to turn a little while she moved herself. 

I shifted to my other knee, and moved my hand around to hold him in place by his ass cheek. Watching my wife examine another man's cock has always been a secret thrill of mine, but it was not nearly as arousing as when her fingers wrapped around the base and she turned that glistening head towards me.

"You first, lover. Fair's, fair since he's already tasted yours." Her thumb moved a smear of pre-cum under the head and along the shaft, her nail lightly grazing along his skin.

My eyes locked on hers, I leaned and let my tongue scoop that rosy head, catching the slickness and bringing it into my mouth. Even as I was savoring that, her mouth appeared there and our lips met with his cock-head between them. Her tongue joined mine in licking him clean of pre-cum. Then she mouthed the end and her cheeks depressed as she sucked to try and bring more out for our greedy mouths to take. No sooner did her lips move than I leaned in and took him in between mine.

"Oh, dear gods!" he mumbled. His hand was on my head, tangled in my hair, and glancing over, I saw that his other hand was pulling Beth's face closer to him. I could have told him she needed no urging right now. Alejandro bucked his hips, and I had to take another inch of him into my mouth.

I let him guide my mouth for a moment, I then pulled back to let Beth have a chance. His moaning deepened when her parted lips slid over him. I watched her take him in then smiled seeing that little intake of breath that I love when she does. I knew what was to follow when she did that and I felt a tinge of envy. Down, down, and down the whole of him her lips slid. Her nose pressed into his dark pubes and she just held him there. Her lips worked around the base while I watched her throat convulsing in little gulpy spasms that I knew he could feel. I've felt them often enough. Then a tight-lip massage back out to the tip and off.

"Your turn sailor, don't let the little wifey show you up," Beth said, all naughty-girl grin as she licked her lips. Then her eyes dropped to my waist, and she leaned down enough to snake her hand under my kilt. I gasped, when her fingers curled around by sack and she gave my balls a squeeze. "Now."

Not really needing that urging, but enjoying it anyway, I moved his cock back to my mouth and let my lips caress over the flared head. Then down the velvety shaft, and then down some more. I had to take that little breath myself, before I pushed him into the back of my mouth, and the head of his cock tipped into my throat. I saw Beth watching my throat and I tried to do as I have felt her do so often but that gulp made me want to gag on him. When I went to pull back a little, her fingers tightened around me almost painfully.

"Slowly, sailor. Can't have him telling everyone that I suck cock better than you do, right?"

Out the corner of my eye, I saw her look up and wink at him. I heard and felt his chuckle through his flesh. Both of Alejandro's hands were resting on my head now, and when my lips touched the head of his cock, I plunged back down. All the way to the base, and then back out just as slowly. Then a second and a third time. He very quickly took up that rhythm leaving me to simply keep my teeth out the way and lick the bottom of him.

"That's it, lover. Make him moan your name," said Beth by my ear as she kissed my neck.

After a few dozen more times in and back out, I put a little half-rotation of my head into it, and Alejandro did that very thing. At that moment I was almost too distracted to hear it. Beth had lay down on the carpeted floor and scooted herself in under my open kilt. For a moment, I felt her long hair on my bare thigh then her head was resting there, and her hot breath was on my balls. When her tongue came out to lick at them, and her hand came up to find my fingers and wrap hers within mine, I was in a little slice of bi-sexual heaven. 

Then there was a quickening of the cock sliding into my mouth, more of a forceful need to be deeper in my throat. I held on to the backs of his thighs as he began to aggressively fuck my face. I was unable to breathe well, but didn't care when the base of him began hitting my lips. It was almost at that same time that Beth turned her head and guided my cock into her mouth. His bucking into me rocked my whole body, which pushed me into her mouth. The feeling that he was fucking her mouth through me came and passed though my mind. Lost were all such abstract thoughts in the wash of lust, as I had to started having to swallow the build up of pre-cum and spit that was wanting to slip out the corners of my mouth.

I could have cried when Beth stopped sucking on me and stood up. Then she was behind me and her hands came to rest on top of his.

"Are you going to cum in his mouth?" she asked her words an evil purr. "Are you?"

"Yes." Alejandro gasped, as he continued to fuck my mouth and throat.

Beth's warm breath was by my ear. "You better save some of it for me sailor."

I nodded agreement, but that was the last ability to move my own head I would possess for quite a while. Her hands tightened on top of his, and she rocked her hips forwards. I heard only a warning jingle of her coin belt then her thin dress was against the back of my head, and her plump hips had driven my head forwards even as he pushed in! I know it was to drive her pussy against my head, but the result was a painfully hard meeting of my face with his hard belly and his cock going so far down my throat, tears sprang from my eyes. Only their pulling back together kept me from gagging worse than I did. I didn't even have time to catch a breath before they both pressed in together again and I was again choking on his cock.

"Let's both fuck him," she said her voice harsh with unquenchable desire. "Just like this. Want to fuck my sailor, Alejandro? Want to fuck his mouth, hard?"

"Yes!" he gasped. I knew from the sound and the shaking tremor in his thighs that he was so very close.

All but enveloped between their bodies, I was helpless to do anything but keep my mouth as open as I could, and try to snatch a half breath when I could manage it.

"Oh...fuck!"

That stuttered cry and the pulse of him in my mouth gave the only warning before I was tasting cum. I swallowed the first shot-glass full with greedy hunger. Reluctantly did I keep the second and third lesser pulses of cum in my mouth. For a moment, I was wrapped again between their warm bodies, and I realized she was kissing him. Then he slipped from my lips, and I watched him stumble to sit on the edge of our bed. Looking at my face, he sat there while I panted for breath.

Then Beth's mouth was on mine, her tongue between my lips as she sought what she was after. Only when she dropped to her knees beside me and my face lilted to level with hers could I give it to her. She swallowed his seed and then went back into my mouth hunting for even more, every bit as greedy as I had been for that taste.

"Oh, my gods. You two are wild as hell," he said after a moment. "Oh, fuck-my-life, that was intense."

Beth gave my chin one last lick, to try and gather some of the spit, pre-cum and cum mixture, then her mouth was on my chest, hunting for even more drops. I looked at him and grinned.

"My friend, we're just getting started," I told him as she began to go after my buttons, only the knowledge she would have to sew them back on kept her from sending them flying across the tent. "Can you help me with her bodice?"

After a second more to catch his breath, he nodded.

Standing up, I pulled her to her feet and with a grin and a push sent Beth stumbling back onto the bed next to him. Her giggle when I crawled in next to her and pinned her hands in place was wicked. I watched his hands, unsure at the task, go to work on the tight lacing. She gave feeble struggles to try and free her hands of mine as he got the hang of it and began to more rapidly undress her.

"You boys had better not strip me out of all my clothes and ravage me all night long. I'm warning the both of you, don't do it!" she said in giggly tones as we worked to do that very thing. When the bodice opened and her large breasts settled, she squirmed her ass on the bed. "If you get me naked someone going to have to eat my pussy till I come...all over his face."

Reaching down, I caught the bottom edge of her skirt and pulled it up to show that she had not been joking earlier about wearing no panties. Catching Alejandro's hand in mine, I moved it till it was on top of her pussy and then pushed mine down on top of his. His fingers and mine both ran atop and between those wet lips, and she threw back her head in a deep groan of pleasure when she felt that twin touch.

He was smiling seeing her reaction, I noticed. When I moved my hand he kept his there, softly fingering Beth, enjoying the looks of pleasure that passed across her face. Still holding her hands above her head, I leaned in and kissed my wife, meeting a wonderfully sexy moan of contentment from her lips as I did. Kissing my way around to her ear, I whispered. "Having fun, beautiful?"

"Oh, yes," she purred.

Moving a little, I lipped in her nipple and gently suckled on that wonderfully taunt raspberry, loving the sounds she was making as her body was being stimulated by two men. It was as I was listening to those that I heard something else. Footsteps, and ones that seemed to be walking straight towards my tent. They diverged only at the last moment.

There was the "knock-on-the-door" rustle of canvas on Alejandro's tent. I placed my hand over Beth's mouth but found that she was listening as well. When I looked over at our bed-mate he was sitting there also listening. I mouthed the name "Greg?" 

He shook his head, then shrugged.

The sound was repeated. Once, then twice more.

Then it reappeared on the side of my tent flap.

"Evan?" asked David, in a low voice.

With a sigh, I shook my head. "Yeah David, what ya need?"

"Have you seen Alejandro around anywhere?" he sounded worried. "I've looked all over camp for him. I was going to give him the last of the Brie, since he seemed to like it so well."

"David, he may have caught a ride to a local store, to get beer or something. I saw him spinning poi earlier. Then he headed towards the bathroom." I looked at the dark silhouetted form across Beth's nearly naked body from me. "Who knows, he may have found a friend for the night." 

A white smile appeared in that dark face.

"True. I didn't think about that." David's tone sounded only moderately relieved. "Do you figure he will be around long enough tomorrow for me to give it to him before we all leave?"

Taking a breath, I was about to answer, when Beth moved her mouth from under my hand.

"David. I am trying to have some fun with my husband. If you do not leave and stop distracting him from the naughty things he needs to be doing to my body, I'm going to stab you to death with a spoon!"

"Oh! Oh, I'm sorry. I'll go, no need for the spoon." His footfall moved only a few feet away then he took two hesitant steps back towards the tent. "Oh, ah...I wanted to also tell you it's been lightning off in the distance. They were calling for bad weather, earlier."

Beth's tone was chilling. "Thank you for the weather report, David. Go."

"Yes, ma'am."

We listened to his boots on the leaves then on the gravel road till they were too distant to hear. Then we all three burst out laughing.

"Excitable little fellow, given to odd, queer fits at times?" asked Alejandro in a passable, English accent. "And see, I told you it was Brie. Camembert, my ass. Brie has a smoother consistency."

Chuckling, I was about to answer him when a hand suddenly appeared around my cock. From the way he suddenly jumped I guess he was receiving the same.

"Gentlemen, lord-pain-in-my-ass-distraction has left and I would 'really' appreciate it if the two of you wouldn't mind returning to the really horny woman, lying half undressed, between you." Her hand began to move along the length of me, and she squirmed her ass on the bed. "I was enjoying what the two of you were doing, and was hoping it was going to get even better."

With a grin I reached down to rub at her clit only to find Alejandro's hand coming to that same spot. He pulled back, but I caught his fingers and placed his hand where he had intended on touching and then moved my fingers lower, under his, probing at that wet opening, letting two slip into her.

"Mmmm. Much better."

Beth continued to stoke us as we played with her. After several moments of this, I looked up to find his eyes upon my face. Leaning forwards, we met above her and our lips again touched in a soft kiss. His free hand came around to hold me in place by my hair, while I kept our balance with my hand resting on the mattress beside Beth's ribs. Out the corner of my eye, I saw Beth smile, and then grin. It was no great surprise to me when her hand left my cock and darted under my balls to rub across the wrinkled pucker of my asshole. But the gasp into my mouth told me that Alejandro hadn't been expecting it.

"Maybe I should dig out my toys and spend the night fucking you two boys. I mean all these hard cocks and this naughty girl's holes are still empty and just grasping at fingers? Someone not treating a lady very chivalrously tonight. I would think that I should have at least one inside me by now...or are you two more interested in ass tonight?"

I stifled the deep moan in his mouth as I felt her finger drive its way into me. The returning moan from him told me of a similar fate for his ass.

Moving my hand from the bed, I cupped her large breast in my hand and pinched the pebbly nipple between fingers. She squirmed between us harder as we fingered her and she fingered us. Her plump hips and waist rubbed along my knees and thighs. My cock kept getting trapped against her and moved with her, neither a pleasant nor unpleasant feeling, but I could gradually feel a wet path along her skin as I leaked pre-cum onto her.

"If ass is what you two are wanting so badly, I''m more than willing to...take it like a man," Beth chuckled, then move in a belly-dancer way and ground her hip into my cock. "But my pussy will get so jealous and boys...it will not be ignored. Alejandro, come up here. Evan, honey you own something a kiss."

When her fingers were removed from under me, I slid down off the edge of the mattress and with no hesitation buried my face in her sweet pussy. Looking past the forest of red hair, I watched her turn her head and pull Alejandro's cock into her mouth. That wiry hair framing a delightfully erotic scene as he leaned his head back and gave little thrusts into her open mouth. That minor rocking made her bare breasts move and, as I licked her, I enjoyed the show. Setting my mouth to the task at hand, I reached up and undid her belt. Then standing up, I hooked her skirt under her ass and peeled it down her legs, leaving her with only an opened shirt covering her delicious body. It was covering nothing really but her arms. 

Standing between her opened thighs, I took only a second to arrive at the greedy decision of what I wanted to do. Moving forward, I caught her soft thighs in my hands and lined up on that wet opening. When I sank into her, she moaned around his cock then pulled off of him long enough to look at me. "That does not get you out of the licking, sailor."

Grinning, I pulled her hard to me, making her gasp.

"Let me get on my knees between you two of you," she said after a second thrust. "You know I like that better. And by the way, we all have on way too many clothes."

~Rumble~

"Well, it is going to rain," she said as she sat up and slipped the shirt off her shoulder, tossing it on top of one of our trunks. "Maybe I don't have to be so quiet after all."

As Alejandro and I removed the last of our clothes, she crouched on the bed on her hands and knees, then leaned forward till her face was right by his bare knees. She rubbed her hair along his thighs, and then looked back at me. She reached back with one hand and pulled open her ass, putting the whole of her wet sex on display for me.

"Don't keep me waiting, sailor." 

I watched her start to kiss her way up his inner thigh, till she mouthed his balls and then slipped his hard cock back into her mouth. Walking on my knees across the mattress up to her, I caught those plump hips in my hands and lined up to sink back inside. She was juicy, and wet, and she parted easily to let me in. When I rocked forwards she slid down his cock to the base, and then her lips pulled their way along him as I pulled back out till I was almost out of her pussy. Oh, the feeling of her along my skin as I pushed in, the look on his face, lit only by those flickering points of candle light, as she sucked him in then lipped him on the way out. I saw her move first one hand then the other from the bed, holding herself up by his hips, pulling herself and me forward to get him deeper into her mouth. Then when I would thrust and she would go as far down him as he had length. I smiled hearing her gag on him, then after a moment of allowing her to enjoy that, I would pull back.




Fool's War



We began to build into a slow rocking pace that in a bizarre way matched the growing rumble outside. A flash of light illuminated the sides of the tent, making the canvas vanish for a second. Above us, through the fabric, I watched a line of forked-fire blaze across the sky. When the deep rumble came, felt almost hard against my chest, I heard and felt an even deeper sound. Beth had given an orgasmic growl of pleasure around his cock, at being fucked from both ends of her body. A sound she had wanted to utter from the very beginning, but that approaching storm allowed her to give out.

I was pushing into her, feeling her thighs tremble under my hands, when I heard the first rain drops began to hit the canvas. It was such an awesome sound that for a second I stopped moving, letting Beth rock between the two of us. I enjoyed knowing my lovely woman was sating her own lust on the two points of male hardness invading her.

~Rumble~

"Oh, my god. Fuck me please. Please, my sailor," she begged me.

Leaning forward, I caught her hair and put her mouth back up onto him. Pulling back on that long, red mane, I gave her a thrust that drove her down till she was gagged hard. This time I didn't let up for much longer. I saw a concerned look flash onto his face at the sounds she was making, but then when I pulled back her words assured him.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes. Just like that. Make it hard. Make it rough. I'm so close. I need that," she mumbled her words around the end of his cock, lipping the pre-cum-dripping head.

When he took her head into his hands, and I moved mine back to her hips, we began to rock together, our cocks disappearing into her at the same time, a hard shuddering thrust from both ends of her that jarred her whole body between us. She didn't even bother to hide the moans, nor did she have to as the rain began to come down with a roaring growl of water on canvas. I didn't even slow up when I heard the laughing sounds of a few of my household members running to their tents.

I could tell she was close, I was not far off myself, and from the thrown back head, bared throat of Alejandro he couldn't be far from cumming himself, despite having already orgasmed once tonight. But oh, how sweet was that torturous time before. I wanted nothing more than for this moment to last forever. To never have another thing in my life to have to do but put myself into this woman, who I loved more than my life. To have her in a way so naughty and rough that she shattered and shattered herself through a thousand orgasms around my cock. To get to listen to her happily slurping her mouth around the cock of the dark-haired man across from me. I wanted that, far more than I wanted the release that was building at the base of me. 

~Rumble, Rumble, Boom!~

Even as the earth seemed to shake the air around us, I felt Beth's orgasm through the very wet skin around me. It was transferred through her shaking hips under my hands, through that succulent, plump frame, it shook her all the way to the cock in her mouth, and then she sucked in hard on him as her body exploded, which sadly muffled her own pleasure into a gargled silence.

I didn't want that. I wanted to hear her. To hear her whimpering, as two cocks used her body to enshroud themselves, but giving her far more than they were getting at the same time. Alejandro caught her head and held her still for a second while I heard him moan. He leaned forwards over her and gave a couple of little spasmic pulses that seemed to tear the air from his lungs. Then trying to catch his breath, he moved away and all but collapsed onto out bed.

It was a whimper, a single whimper from Beth, coupled with the soft moans from him that touched off my end. I could not hold it, not for a second longer, and when I pulled her hard into me, and she put her face on the bed and spread her hands out onto the sheets and shook, I had to bite my teeth together to keep from screaming out both of their names. I wanted to weep then for the pleasure of doing something I've done hundreds of times, filling my wife with cum. My hand in the small of her back, I just held her there, her moving her hips in that slow rhythm of her dancing. Her giving me even a second more of her body to enjoy as I softened inside her.

When I slipped out and lay down next her she turned onto her side and looked down at me. She pushed my hair off of my face, out of my eyes, smiled at me, then leaned in for a kiss. The bitter hot flood of cum she passed to my mouth in that wet kiss could have made me cum a second time. If anything...even a feather, had been touching my cock, I would have. Beth snuggled up next to me, then turned just enough to hold out a hand to him.

"Come here, my sweet tasting lover." She tugged Alejandro's hand, then let her fingers slip free of his when he began to move. She patted the side of her hip. "Up against my back. I want you two men keeping me warm while we rest. I need you to keep me safe from that terrible storm."

I somehow managed breath for a chuckle. 

"Liar, you're not afraid of storms. They make you horny." I put my hand on top of his where it rested on her hip. "Can you feel her? She's still orgasming." 

Beth moved her bare ass back against him and ran her hand all over my chest. "Aftershocks, more than earthquakes, but they feel wonderful too. Destructive bliss." She nuzzled her cheek against my nipple, and then softly sang "Oh, Lover Boy?" 

Alejandro chuckled. "And if he doesn't answer that?"

"Well, then I say, Baby! Oh, baby?" She ran her hand lightly through the trail between my pubic hair and my belly button.

"What is on your naughty mind, wench?" I asked, looking down at her upturned face. As I watched Alejandro leaned in to kiss her shoulder blade.

"Mead, sailor. I want the rest of that delicious bottle." Her nails dung into my skin just under my navel. "Fetch...please."

With a groan I sat up, taking a second to just sit there as I relished the feeling of her nails on the small of my back till I moved. Picking up my kilt, I heard two low whistles behind me.

"He has a nice ass, huh?" Beth asked Alejandro over her shoulder. "If it wasn't so skinny it might even be better than mine."

As I wrapped my kilt around my hips, I watched her wiggler her plump butt back up against his crotch.

"Very nice." He growled in agreement, as he reached a hand down between them and shifted himself so he was more comfortable between her ass cheeks. I wondered as he did that if he was imagining them to be mine.

Stepping out the tent flap, I looked out at the lake getting pounded with wave after wave of heavy rain. I could hear giggling laughter from Jim and Mandy's tent. Then another male and female voice I didn't recognize. As I was getting the bottle, I instinctively ducked from a too close pop of lightning that shook the campgrounds with its thunder. There was a little yelp of fright followed by some laughter from the nearby tent. When I stepped back into my tent, I saw that Beth was on her back absently playing with a lock of Alejandro's hair as he leaned over her and looked at her face. She playfully tugged at his goatee then looked over at me.

"Was beginning to wonder if you had gotten lost in the storm, sailor. I was worried I might have to keep this, randy fellow, entertained by myself all night." She looked back at him and grinned, "Not that I couldn't do it, but I get the feeling you might be getting to be in the mood for some...man-flesh. Yes? Maybe a piece of that tight ass of his? Mead, sailor, mead! Before I trade you to this fellow for what's in that bottle."

Dropping my kilt back to the floor, I lifted the bottle and took a single sip from the cold glass tip then handed it to her. I crawled onto the bed and laid down on my hip facing both of them, while swirling the bittersweet liquid around my mouth, enjoying that perfectly balanced burn. Beth took a small sip then handed the bottle to Alejandro who did the same. When it came back to Beth, she turned it up took a sip, lifted the bottle from her lips and let the last few drops fall out onto her waiting lips.

I felt a lurch in my cock when she lifted her mouth to lick the glass rim of the wine bottle, her tongue pushing into the hole, chasing more mead.

"All gone," she said so very sadly. She looked at the bottle for a second. "You boys want to play spin the bottle? I'm almost drunk enough that I might let you take advantage of me."

"I think we're past that point already." Laughing, I took the empty from her and leaned over enough to set it on the floor.

"Oh, poo. You took my bottle away. See if I'm talking to you anymore." She rolled over to face Alejandro and then wiggled her butt back up against me. "So tell me handsome...cum here often? It's twice tonight already."

He laughed, that deep-chuckle laugh of his, then looked past her shoulder at me. "I think it's the company I've been keeping."

"Umm. Flattery like that will get you anything you want." She leaned in and began to place kisses on his chest.

Moving my hand down to her hip, I began to absently play with her ass. It was a simple pasttime of mine to be sure, but I can easily spend hours at it and have her never seem to get bored either with the endless massage.

Lying there with the mild aftertaste of Jim's best mead still on my tongue, a lackadaisical listlessness began to seep into me. I listened to the rain hitting the canvas. So soft and sharp a sound. The soft murmurs of the two next to me fading into a blur. Then my eyes were snapping open 'cause I was being kissed. I looked up at the two sexy faces hovering so close to me and wished I could see better in the dark. Almost as if the storm was granting that wish, lightning against crackled and momentarily lit the tent canvas from without.

"You were trying to fall asleep on us, sailor." said Beth, her hand caressing my stomach "Plenty of time for that here in a little bit. Unless we've just worn you out. He is getting a little long in the tooth," she said to Alejandro with a shrug. "Maybe we should just let him sleep and get his...beauty rest."

I moaned as she moved her hand onto my cock, gently curling her fingertips around me.

"No. I'm awake. It was just the sound of the rain."

"Um. Well, I was just lying here, and this delightful fellow and I began to discuss your favorite subject. I noticed that the only comment you gave was a snore. Oh, I do believe someone just woke up down here a little." She giggled. "See, that's all it takes to wake him up, just mention anal sex and he just like a cattle prods been touched to him." She looked back to me. "So, think we might could interest you in waking up if a piece of ass was beging offered?"

"Oh, I'm awake."

"Well, our guest here has confessed that two back to back blow jobs has his cock getting a little sore...but, he is still feeling a pleasure-itch he would like to scratch. And while he says he would certainly love to be riding you he's not sure he's...well, going to be up for that here in the next few and you're already falling asleep." Beth grinned her wicked grin. "I did offer to give him a poke and a prod myself, but he seemed to be only in the mood for the real thing. Not that I can blame him for that. As good as my toys can feel, nothing quite beats the factory original...well, except for the one I have that does all those cool twisty-twirls at the base and vibrates in ten variable speeds." She closed her eyes and purred then gave a little shiver. When her eyes opened, she shook her head sadly. "Think I would ruin him for the real thing if I was to break that one out."

She looked at my face for a second then bit her bottom lip. "You're so going to owe me...breakfast, sailor. I'm still horny, but I'll play the good hostess and give you up...for now. Besides, I do enjoy watching two men."

Beth turned and placed a kiss on Alejandro's mouth then whispered something into his ear that made him smile. She slipped her way out from between us and picked up her bathrobe. I watched her move over to the chest and pull out another bottle of mead. Not the best bottle we had, I knew, but not far from it either. She moved over to one of our chairs and went to work on the cork.

When his warm and oh-so-very-male body moved over next to mine, I found myself again wishing for a little more light to see by. But then he was kissing me, and I didn't need or care about the darkness. However, I got that wish almost as soon as I no longer cared. Beth lit one of our smaller lanterns, flooding the room with golden light.

"Sorry, but I couldn't see," she said as she filled her mug with mead. "Carry on, unless I can tempt the two of you with another drink first?"

"I wouldn't mind one," said Alejandro, his lips placing small kisses along my jawline.

Beth moved over beside me and leaned herself against my back. Her breasts, a warm weight, pressed into my arm as she handed him her stoneware mug.

"I highly recommend taking a mouthful and then putting his cock in just after swallowing it." She held the glass when he went to give it back. "Mead-flavored cock is a true delight."

He smiled, took a second sip and then shimmied down the bed. She handed me the mug. I just had tasted a sip when his mouth, cooled by the chilly wine, draped me, and slid down the length of me. When he moaned around me, I echoed the sound.

"You're welcome, sailor," she said, then gave my ass a pat.

My head leaned back simply enjoying that wonderful mouth that was teasing my cock harder. Also, I watched Beth. Enjoying the way her robe moved to expose the naked curves of her body. My eyes lingered as she went to her garb trunk and got out a favorite toy. She took back her seat and opened her legs wide. The soft buzzing of it just did reach my ears when she touched it to her clit and sat, sipping the sweet wine. She smiled, seeing me watching her, and licked a liquid trail of spilled wine off the side of her glass. Beth pointed towards Alejandro with her chin, reminding me where my mind should be.

Not hard to do, with my hand in those soft, dark curls, I went back to watching the man giving me so much pleasure. His head, a slow bob of motion that was an intensive lip massage with every motion, that also brought his mustache into contact with my skin. So very different in feel than from when Beth or another woman went down on me. Different also in fact, from the only other man I had been with as he had been clean-shaven. That difference added to it so greatly that I was hard within moments. He took a pleasure in knowing the effect he had one me. I saw it on his face, in his eyes when he looked up at me.

He pulled off me with a suction so strong there was a pop. His mouth kissed back up to mine then he looked me in the eyes with a sinuosity that was enthralling. He spun over to face away from me and then looked over his shoulder. I brushed his long hair out the way so I could see his face, as I laid my hand on his hip and he snuggled back up against me.

"Alejandro, love?" Beth said softly. "The strong-silent-sailor-type there won't think to offer it, but would you like some lube? I bring some for when Evan gets in a hold-wifey-to-the-bed-and-fuck-her-poor-ass-like-madman, mood. Yes?"

"Yes, please," he said, making me feel like crap for not thinking about it.

Getting to her feet, Beth went back to her trunk and then came over to us, popping a small bottle on her palm. "Here, I'll give you a hand," she said with a giggle. Putting lube on her fingers, she reached between us and ran her fingertips between the cheeks of his ass. The she took my cock in her hand and stroked the length, with her so familiar touch. "Oh, he's gotten you really hard didn't he? Here, lover, move forward just a bit." 

I slid my hips towards him, and I felt her guide me to the opening of my male lover, her hand pulling his ass cheek up, opening him, allowing me better access.

Beth crawled up on the other side of the bed and leaned down to place a soft kiss on his cheek, right by his eye, then moved her lips to whisper into his ear. He nodded and pushed back up against me. She looked up at me, her eyes drenched in heated lust.

"Fuck him, sailor," she begged. Her words came through her wet lips on almost panting breaths. As I watched her, she placed the vibrator back on her clit. "Fuck his ass like you fuck mine."

The harder he pushed back the easier it was to obey that simple command. I caught his hip and pushed into him, the lube making me slide in easier, but also harder than I had intended. The startled sound out his mouth was a mixture of groan and a shudder of pain. It was a goad to me, and I pulled him in tight against my body. Beth giggled when he placed his hand on her arm, his fingers holding to her for a mutually-understood support. 

"I told you he can like it rough. Poor little, Alejandro." She caressed his face then slid out along that side of him. "That big cock all up your sexy ass. I bet you're really stretched to get that in, huh?" she asked in a soft question by his face as she slowly rode and humped her vibrator. 

He moaned an unintelligible sound while giving a small nod. Then he pushed back to meet me, and I smacked into him hard, bringing a second groan from his throat, far more pleasure in it this time.

Beth gave that sexy giggle again and leaned back on the bed, her legs opened wide while she rubbed her wet pussy with her vibrator. Her eyes on us the whole time. The more I moved into him and the more he moved back to me, the more she ground her hips into that toy, and the harder my cock seemed to get. 

Placing my hand on his broad shoulder, I pulled back on him making him arch out as I drove in. She shifted the toy to her left hand and wrapped up his cock in her right. I couldn't see, but the happy smile on her face and the pleasure moan from him confirmed he was hard again. As I fucked Alejandro's ass, my lovely wife slowly stroked him, all the while pleasuring herself. Again I felt myself wandering into that place where I wished this moment would be eternal. A languid trap of Eros, a bestial place filled with pleasures of wet, hard flesh, and that we would be the poor, happy souls forever caught in it. Held in this point forever, never to see the coming dawn. Or to care.

I watched Alejandro move his hand from her arm down to his cock. Out of my sight he did something, but I smiled when I realized what it was. He brought his fingers up to her mouth and pressed two, slick-with-his-pre-cum, into her mouth. That sight, my wife eagerly licking and sucking his fingers clean, brought me suddenly much closer to coming.

And the closer I got to that, my unwished-for finish, the more I longed for that moment to not arrive. Trying to stave it off, I pulled him tighter to me, holding him against my chest while buried to the very end of me in him. Inhaling the masculine scent of him, a mix of some leathery cologne, his own sweet-dark sweaty smell and raw sex. Oh, how this tent reeked of sex at the moment. It was going to be many events before the walls stopped give off some hinted-at memory of it. He was damp with sex-sweat despite the chill of the growling, thunderous night. As I tried to push in a little more, even though my cock was all the way in him already, I held him to me. Just held him and listened to the patter of rain on my tent. I lost myself in that moment. Clutching at this man, my lover, needing to cum but dreading the inevitable reality of that blissful ending.

Soft fingers brushed my cheek, and I opened my eyes to see Beth looking at me, smiling. "It's alright. Let it go, my sailor. It won't be your last we'll make sure of that."

How simple. How simple is my body that she knows it so well that such a statement can make it respond, even when I was silently wishing it not too. No more than a few second longer in him and I felt it begin, that outgoing tide of primitive-lust that no man can hold back. With a gasping for breath I could not catch, I felt myself emptying into him, even as he whimpered, and received the clutching spasmic-thrusting of me trying get cum deeper into his body.