The Tale of Alar

8 (Part 2)

At last the hour came when the companions decided to retire for the evening. There were not many rooms, so some had to share. Vitrio and Fagan got one; Colin and Alar another. Grant and Elvar each got their own. They were tired from the day’s march, and planned to leave early, so most immediately went to bed.

Colin finished undressing, then went to the window.

“Do you mind if I open this?” he asked Alar, who was already undressed and sitting on the edge of his bed. The younger buck shook his head. Colin opened the window and sighed as the gentle night breeze caressed his fur. He then walked back and sat on the edge of his own bed facing Alar. “It’ll be nice sleeping in a real bed again, don’t you agree?” He paused, noticing the faraway look in Alar’s eyes. “Alar?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah. S’pose it will.”

“What’s wrong, my friend? Have a bit too much to drink?” He grinned.

“What? No.” He paused as he suppressed a hiccup. “Well, maybe a bit. But that’s not it. Not really.”

“What, then?” There was genuine worry in Colin’s eyes.

“Oh, I don’t know. Still thinking about Brock and Burrus, I guess. And a bit homesick too, I’m afraid.”

Colin nodded sympathetically. “You miss your father, then?”

“Of course.”

Colin paused. “And your betrothed?”

“Him too. I do wish he were here. I could use his company right about now.”

“Hmm. Indeed. Even friends can’t replace loved ones, I suppose.” Colin looked a little hurt as he said this, which made Alar instantly regret his choice of words.

“Oh, no no! It’s not like that. You’re a great friend.” He paused, and said more softly. “Fantastic, even.”

A long, awkward silence ensued. Alar looked at Colin, who returned his look as calmly as ever, albeit with a glimmer of expectancy in his eyes. At last, Alar was forced to give in and avert his gaze.

“I...I don’t know. It’s all so confusing, I guess.”

Alar sighed deeply and buried his face in both paws. Colin shot up and was seated beside him with an arm about his shoulders in a heartbeat.

“Come now, Alar. No need to take on so. I know you miss the brothers. I do too. But you must be strong. For their memory’s sake.”

“That’s easy for you to say, Colin,” said Alar in a slightly wavering voice. “You’re so strong already. I don’t believe anything could bring you down.”

“Oh, but it can. Many things can. But I learned long ago that a good leader never lets his troubles show.”

“Even to friends?”

“Especially to friends, lest it bring their spirits low as well.” He paused, then added in a low voice. “I could not bear to do that to one so dear.”

Alar looked up from his reverie to find Colin staring fixedly at him. He could see almost as much pain in his friend’s eyes as in his own, and felt his heart rate quicken. Here was such a caring, selfless soul, Alar could not believe he had failed to realize before just how much esteem he held him in. How strong their bond had become. In fact, he might say...

But he said nothing. He thought perhaps he might ask permission first, but the paw gently caressing his back fur and the look in those beautiful hazel eyes told all. At once he fell into Colin’s arms, their mouths pressed tightly together. Colin for his part received Alar willingly, holding him close as their kissing went on and on. The scent of ale on his breath was far less potent than the drink itself, Alar found, and even added somewhat to the experience. So lost was he in the exchange of passion that he neither noticed nor objected when Colin’s other paw strayed lower and came to rest upon his sheath. If anything, it only excited Alar further, and he likewise reached down to fondle Colin. Thus the two continued for some time, kissing and feeling each other until their shafts had emerged almost entirely from their sheaths. At this point, Colin at last broke off gently and smiled at Alar.

“Might I ask a favor of you, Alar my dear?” he spoke in a half whisper.

“Ask and it’s yours,” replied Alar, fires of passionate zeal burning brightly in his very earnest eyes.

“I wonder, would you mind putting that pretty muzzle of yours”—he brushed Alar’s cheek lightly with his paw—”to this?” He laid the same paw upon his erect member.

Alar wasted no words on a response, but instead slid down to his knees in front of Colin, who spread his legs a little wider. Taking up Colin’s sizeable member in one paw, Alar gave the shaft an experimental lick along one side. This made Colin shudder.

“Ooh! Just like that, yeah,” he said.

And so, Alar began in earnest. He had always heard that each male had his own different musk, but wondered if it was really true up to now. Colin’s musk was heavier than his own, but not unpleasant by any means. It smelled faintly of pine forests and apple blossoms. An odd combination, but very nice, and very fitting. He had never done this before, but he instinctively knew not to simply go for everything at once. He teased Colin, applying sometimes just his tongue, sometimes his whole muzzle with lips held loose as he moved up and down. Now and then he let the edge of his incisors trail ever-so-slightly along his length, making Colin squirm with delightful discomfort. All the while Colin let out soft, shuddering breaths and gently caressed Alar between the ears, tensing up now and then as Alar teased his tip.

When Alar felt his jaw beginning to tire, he decided to go all in. He closed his muzzle around the shaft and began working his way up and down more vigorously. Colin’s breathing grew more rapid, his eyes shut tight. After less than half a minute of this, he tensed up so sharply that Alar could almost feel his claws upon his head. But the long, low moan of pleasure escaping the normally stoic Colin was well worth it.

“Ah, ah...Aaaaaaaaah!”

Colin’s cry was the only warning Alar got before the first burst of fluid filled his muzzle. He barely had time to swallow ere the next burst came, and the next. Wave after wave of the bitter, piney liquid reached his mouth and promptly disappeared down his greedy gullet. He did not mind in the least when Colin involuntarily thrust himself deeper into his maw throughout, ensuring the smith’s apprentice got every last drop.

As the bursts grew smaller and the moans at last subsided, Alar let his friend’s still swollen member slide from his jaws. Colin opened his eyes just a crack and looked down at Alar with a smile of pure joy.

“Thank you, sweet Alar,” he said, ruffling Alar’s head fur before reaching down to affectionately scratch his cheek. “I haven’t felt that in a very long time.”

“Pleasure to be of service,” said Alar with a grin.

“Mmm. Now, allow me to return the favor.”

Alar had not considered this part, but now he did, he realized his loins were absolutely throbbing, and happily changed places with Colin. He spread his legs wide, tail and member both fully erect with excitement as Colin grabbed light hold of his maleness. He, too, started slow, working his tongue expertly along Alar’s shaft, and even down around his sheath. His other paw stroked Alar’s thigh slowly and firmly before working its way around toward his tail hole. Alar sucked his breath in sharply as Colin fondled his hole. He had done so himself when self-pleasuring on many occasions before, but never to such effect. Truly, Colin knew what he was about.

He never seemed to tire of teasing Alar, bringing him right to the edge, then reverting to gentle licks. It drove the young buck almost to the brink of madness at times when he felt he might have some relief at last, only to be denied again. And yet, it was a wonderful kind of madness. At last Colin removed his muzzle again and smiled sweetly up at Alar.

“You ready?” he asked. “Or shall I carry on?”

“Go ahead,” said Alar in a taut voice.

So, Colin applied his muzzle in full measure with long, slow, motions. The sight of his head bobbing up and down between his legs gave Alar joy like he had never felt before, and within seconds, something much more. He arched his back involuntarily and let out a long, low moan. Colin sensed what was coming and sped up his motions accordingly. Alar felt such an intense wave of pleasure flow through him, enhanced by Colin’s intensified prodding at his tail hole just as his muscles tensed up. Then came the release. And such a release it was! Alar could not remember a time when the feeling had been so intense, nor his ability to control his vocalizations so weak. Of course, he had never gone so long without, nor had a companion. It was true what they said: it was more fun with a friend!

Alar rode the feeling for as long as it lasted, which was not nearly long enough in his opinion. But at the end, he felt much calmer, and had completely forgotten whatever had been troubling him before. He looked down at Colin, who was carefully lapping up the last drops from his tip before looking up.

“Hmm. You’ve a very pleasant taste to you, Alar,” he said. “Sort of like meadow flowers and pine nuts.”

“You’re pretty good yourself,” said Alar with a tired smile.

Colin once more sat upon the bed beside him and they shared another, briefer kiss.

“Feeling better?”

“Aye, thanks to you.”

Colin inclined his head humbly.

“But how did you know...know all those tricks? I’ve never had it so good before on my own.”

Colin shrugged and sighed. “I...once had a lover. When I was about your age. He was bright, sweet, clever. You remind me of him a bit. His name was Arnold. He taught me all I know of love and goodness.” He smiled. “Along with certain other things, of course.”

“What ever happened to him, if I may ask?”

“Nothing. He lost interest in me, and found somebody new. Somebody better-looking and better-dressed.” Colin shrugged. “I couldn’t compete, plain as that.”

“You look fine to me.”

Colin averted his eyes modestly. “Fine, perhaps. But with all these scars and blemishes, I’ll never look anything better.”

Alar brushed his cheek affectionately. “Your scars and blemishes are marks of beauty to me.”

Colin could not answer, and so allowed Alar to lead him into one more loving kiss.

“Well,” he spoke afterward, “I suppose we should get some sleep now if we’re to be at all fit tomorrow.”

“I suppose so.”

Colin looked across to his bed and hesitated, then looked to Alar.

“Would you care to share a berth?”

Alar smiled as brightly as a broadsword.

“Love to.”

So, the two bucks climbed into Alar’s bed together and lay upon their sides. It was too warm for covers, so they simply lay atop the blankets, Colin’s more mature frame curled around Alar’s with an arm thrown loosely about his waist.

“Goodnight, Colin,” bade Alar dreamily.

Colin kissed him on the cheek, then lay his head back down and answered, “Goodnight, Alar.”

And in the quiet darkness of the warm summer night, the two fell quickly into a deep, peaceful slumber.