Chapter One Hundred And Sixty One - Exploring Love Between Men

Author's Note; 18+

Like small, mischievous children did the two men sneak back to the inn.  Not that they felt that they had done wrong, but their hearts felt light and giddy, drunk on the fact that the other shared their feelings.  Before entering the inn, they straightened themselves down, but could not remove the huge grins from their faces as they nudged and prodded the other as if sharing some great joke.

Their joyful laughter filled the dining hall, where they managed to scrounge up a late night meal and drink wine together.  O'vel-win spoke fondly of his parents and of his small and favourite cousin, while K'tai-tul shared the few memories that he had of his father.  The former would then speak of the troubles he caused his parents, being unable to make a decision on his career path as all were ill suited for him and the latter spoke of his dream to not only become a Librarian, as many children did, but how he would have also liked to look at developing new hybrid trees; perhaps fast growing trees that could be made into furniture.  At the time of that dream, he had wanted to make his old grandmother a rocking chair, but there was not the money spare for wood and the old woman died before it could be realised.

They chatted and reminisced until the owners of the inn shooed them from the dining hall and made them seek their beds.  They stopped outside K'tai-tul's room.  O'vel-win's was further down the hall and he shared it with the other technician that had come on this trip.  The men were suddenly loathe to part with the other. They stood together for a while, starring at the door, starring at each other. K'tai-tul wanted to invite O'vel-win in but felt shy, while O'vel-win wanted to be invited in but wondered if he was pushing the other man to fast.

K'tai-tul slowly opened the door and glanced down at the plump lips that had already once kissed him and swallowed to moisten his dry throat. O'vel-win caught his gesture and was suddenly unable to prevent himself from pressing up against the other once more. K'tai-tul stepped back into the room as their mouths began dance together, O'vel-win followed him and the door slammed behind them.

Their lips parted only to breath and once air was saturating their lungs did they press together and when that was no longer enough, their tongues began to play. For both this was on instinct, without thought as for both, this was their second kiss and neither was more experienced therefore than the other. O'vel-win wrapped his arms around the slender man's waist, his hands rising up his back and K'tai-tul had his arms draped over the other's shoulders, unsure what else to do.

They parted, gasping, their lips tingling pleasantly and their bodies itching, but unsure how they might appease this sensation. They stared at the other, their eyes dilated, wanting more but not sure what. O'vel-win was first to break their musings. "I think.. I think I want to touch you more," he said, giving voice to his need.

K'tai-tul shyly nodded and allowed O'vel-win to slip his upper garments from his body. The dark, thick fingers ran over the other's olive skin; each digit tracing the firm lines created by hard and physically demanding work. K'tai-tul shivered as O'vel-win's palms ran over his moulded arms before once more stroking down his chest. A gasped moan slipped from his lips as those finger tips touched the peaks of his pectorals and he slapped a hand over his mouth, startled by the sound. O'vel-win felt that he was intrigued, the silky, dark flesh had pebbled beneath his fingers and the pleasant sound K'tai-tul had made had caused movement to the symbol of manhood between his legs. So he stroked both those hardening circles and was fascinated by K'tai-tul's reaction.

Each tentative stroke was forcing more soft cries from his lips and his knees were becoming weak. What was this pleasure that shot through him and began to pool at his core? Sure he had experienced the hardening of his member, it was a Male thing, a natural thing, but never had it moved so fast from mere touches upon his upper body.

"I feel strange," he admitted aloud and O'vel-win paused his explorations and noticed that his lover's lower clothes had formed a tent, much like his own. His hand moved to touch it and instantly K'tai-tul's hips bucked into his hands. Shocked, the blushing man stepped backwards, pushing against O'vel-win's body to separate them.

"Don't push me away," O'vel-win begged.

"But I don't understand why this is happening," K'tai-tul said, honestly.

"You have never touched yourself there?" O'vel-win asked curiously. The taller man's face colour deepened more so.

"Of course I have," he said in a slightly pouting tone. "It solves that morning problem."

"And it feels good," O'vel-win pressed as he pushed his chest fully against the other's splayed hands, trying to lessen the gap between them.

"It does," K'tai-tul admitted. "But this feels..."

"Feels what?" K'tai-tul's arms weakened as the strength of his desire increased and O'vel-win swept in close, pressing their bodies together to show that he was feeling this just as much as the taller man.

"Feels too good," his voice was merely a whisper and O'vel-win swallowed it, taking his lips and tongue and teasing both as he lifted his hips and pressed his hardened length against the other man's thigh. He guided them both to the bed and they lay down together upon it, centring their hips together so that their members pressed the others through their clothes.

"What now?" K'tai-tul whimpered as he clutched O'vel-win's arms.

The other chuckled softly. "I have no idea," he said honestly. "Why don't we just explore this, see where it takes us?" K'tai-tul agreed and decided he wanted to remove O'vel-win's upper clothes so he was not the only one exposed. O'vel-win's body was soft, not tempered like the farmer's, but this still held fascination for the man. He splayed his fingers over the earthy chest, marvelling at the contrast of their skins as well as the beauty of his colouring. O'vel-win proudly let his lover explore as he placed kisses over K'tai-tul's blushing cheeks and temples.

Their hands wandered lightly and stroked the other more confidently over time and soon was lost their lower clothes as they could no longer abide a barrier between them. K'tai-tul blushed as he saw the heavy, throbbing length seeming to reach for him, it's root nestled in a mess of pale curls. O'vel-win was just as fascinated. It had taken him time to accept that he was in love with a man and had felt wary of this moment and yet it did not repel him to see the rosy hard flesh, which glistened at its tip. In fact it made him long for more. He reached out to touch it, enveloping it in his fingers so that K'tai-tul could not pull away from him. He mimicked what he might do to himself when there was the need, slowly stroking it from root to tip and back again.

K'tai-tul froze for a moment, but shivered as the intense pleasure began to slowly overwhelm his fears. It had never felt like this when he had done it to himself! He felt his hips move as he pushed further into that soft palm, gasping as O'vel-win slid his thumb over the weeping head. O'vel-win's own manhood felt impossibly hard and slightly painful as it reacted to the others moans of pleasure. He reached to touch himself with his free hand, but found he was unable to find solace in this way, the position was too awkward and it did not feel as good as he hoped. Thinking of earlier, when he had pressed both together, he moved closer to K'tai-tul and gripped both members together in his moving hand.

The cries from K'tai-tul indicated that he liked this, his body bucked against O'vel-win's their members stroking against each other's and inside his grasp. O'vel-win growled, still subconsciously seeking more, but could only think to pull K'tai-tul's hand down and encourage him to help them both. And soon they became an uncoordinated mess of movement as they sought some fleeting peak of pleasure between hands and silken flesh, biting and kissing lips and tangling tongues.

"I'm close," K'tai-tul whimpered, his eyes shuttered, his mind completely focused on his completion.

"I am as well," O'vel-win had been gritting his teeth, holding back from spilling for a few moments, not wanting to lose this closeness so quickly. And then he felt K'tai-tul's movements stutter and sure enough he spilled his seed between them. O'vel-win let loose his reign and joined suit. Never had he felt a climax so amazing, it took him quite sometime to come back to himself. And when he did, he found that K'tai-tul had relaxed into his hold, completely succumbing to sleep.

He chuckled slightly, unsure whether he should be insulted or not, but he did feel glad that his lover felt secure enough to fall to his dreams beside him. He untangled their bodies and heated some water so that he might wash them both clean. And when this was done, he covered them both in a blanket and watched K'tai-tul sleep for a while before closing his eyes and joining him.