Tokowhà

In the end, they agreed to drive back to, as the center of the shooting was called, the „base camp“, so Karl could get rid of his bulky armor and fake flowing mane. Sean was glad that he didn’t have to again fly in that instrument of torture, the helicopter. He happily took his seat behind the wheel and let Karl guide the way. For a moment they made a few jokes about the fact that Karl was pretty immobile with all this stuff on, but finally there was a comfortable silence between them and each of the men was engrossed in his own thoughts.

Every now and then, Karl threw a glance at Sean. At last someone he could have a normal conversation with. Since he had met this tight-knit gang of “The Fellowship” he had started to doubt if it actually had been a good idea to get involved in this project.

Well, David had joined them not long ago. With his buddy around he didn’t feel like the complete outsider anymore. But the others! Especially Viggo! It always gave him the chills when he bumped into this almost psychopathic-seeming guy. He never knew whether he dealt with the real Viggo or with just a shell in which a Ranger was residing. The fact that this man carried his sword along to wherever he went was plainly sick. That was just going too far.

And this imp Orlando. He had annoyed Karl from the very first day on. The hug from Bloom had come out of the blue for Karl, and he instinctively had shoved the stranger off. Since then, there was morose silence between them, and that was putting it mildly. Karl had huge difficulties assessing the younger man’s character. Either the little one was indeed extremely sentimental, or extremely sly. Both were qualities Karl loathed. He liked people to be straight forward.

The worst days for Karl were those on which he had to work together with Mortensen and Bloom. They constantly stuck their heads together, enjoyed themselves, laughing about things only the two of them understood, and the Kiwi was the odd one out.

And then, this Englishman had appeared yesterday. Who not only looked gorgeous, no, he also was totally easy-going. He said what he was really thinking, and didn’t make a mountain out of a molehill.

Again, he eyed up Sean who was concentrating on the road. The long legs and the far more interesting part of his anatomy were clad in tight jeans, the quite presentable upper part of his body was covered with a loose fitting shirt. Yes, that looked inviting. Unconsciously Karl licked his lips. Damn it, they still had a long way to go. But he could already start to test the goods... He “accidentally” let his left hand drop into Sean’s lap.

“Hey, what are you doing?” the driver protested.

“Oh, I just want to check if you recovered from our meeting last night. I was wondering whether I could revive something there, if I make some effort...?” Karl grinned at Sean who threw him a short but willing glance.

“Go ahead, the street is totally deserted anyway. You even do a good deed with it, since you’ll prevent me from falling asleep from boredom behind the wheel.”

“See. And we want to arrive in one piece, don’t we?“ While Karl spoke, he fumbled with the Brit’s Jeans. With a suppressed curse on his lips he started to make use of his second hand also. Twiddled the button open and jerked at the zipper until there was enough room to go for the underpants. With a short hum, Sean lifted his hips a little to make it easier for Karl to get the layers of cloth out of the way.

While Karl tried to fully concentrate on Sean and firmly massaged the piece of flesh that stiffened at cyberspeed, the hinges and struttings of his armor groaned and clacked, and he couldn’t move very well either. The only thing that was moving without restraint was his own cock, trapped in the thick fabric of his breeches. He was again so horny that he wanted to get fucked right here, right now. Not really surprising, with such a hot guy sitting next to him. A guy whom, he already knew, could get him off properly. These thoughts didn’t exactly set the uproar in his pants at rest.

Why should they wait any longer anyway? They had been driving through densely wooded forests for hours now, or at least to Karl it seemed like that. Sporadically, there were bypaths which branched off from the very well constructed main road.

“Turn into there”, Karl pointed to an almost hidden path which appeared quite abruptly to their right. “Hurry up, do it, I can’t hold out anymore.” Karl fidgety wriggled on his seat.

Sean reacted quickly. With secure motions he steered the car some meters down the narrow path until he softly brought the vehicle to a stop. Then he fully turned to Karl.

“You can’t hold out anymore? Come on, get out!” Sean’s green eyes twinkled, revealing his own arousal. He was already out of the car while Karl was still struggling with his seatbelt. The passenger door was pulled open, Sean bent over him, unfastened the seatbelt and grabbed Karl’s arm.

“Alright, you Horsemaster, now I’m gonna show you what happens to ill-mannered Marshals of the Riddermark these days.”

Karl felt himself being dragged out of his seat, and one moment later a strong push against his chest made him lose his balance. With a loud clatter of his armor he fell on his back. He didn’t really hurt himself though, since the armor was very well padded and the soft forest floor cushioned some of the impact of the collision. Puzzled, he looked up at Sean. He watched with fascination as Sean, fast as the wind, stripped down his jeans and shoes and then knelt down in front of him.

“You can’t hold out, Marshal? Tell me what ails you, maybe I can give you a hand?” A dangerous smile which reminded of a wolfish grin showed on the striking face. But Karl felt comfortable with this man. Sean wanted to play? He would play along, then.

“A man from Gondor wants to help me? Do you think you will succeed?”

“Of course, Horsemaster. Don’t you know who you’re talking to?”

Karl grinned. “Well, things like that are said to happen from time to time...” Then he went silent, curiously waiting for what Sean would do to him now. The Brit had started to pull off Karl’s boots and now was tearing impatiently at the laces of the old-fashioned trousers. Just as quickly as Sean had stripped himself, Karl was naked from the waist down. The fresh forest air was comfortable on his heated skin, but at the same time reminded him of how unpleasantly hot it was under the remaining armor. Although that was nothing compared to the heat between his legs. He jerked his hips up, and as if Sean had only waited for this motion he pushed the wadded trousers under his bottocks to keep his pelvis in this position.

Then Sean moved between Karl’s thighs. Adoringly he regarded the athletic, broad body. What a contrast to the lanky, fine Orlando. It had been exciting too, to sleep with this slender man who was so beautiful in a totally different way, and who meant a lot to him, but here, with Karl, he wouldn’t have to restrain himself. Here, he could give free rein to his passion and didn’t have to fear causing his partner pain. Sean liked it the wild way, but often he couldn’t let it out because he always fell for the delicate guys.

His horniness attracted attention with a twitch of pure arousal. But his dick would have to wait a little longer. Yesterday, Sean hadn’t cared for adequate preparation since the dark-haired man had been a stranger then, but today he didn’t want to risk impaling Karl just like that, without consideration. But it had to be fast, “Éomer” was stirring with impatience and greed, he just couldn’t hold his body still anymore. Sean quickly stuck two fingers in his mouth and afterwards guided them, moist and shiny with saliva, to Karl’s small opening. Gently, he tapped the tight muscle ring, pushed a little, penetrated a tiny bit, withdrew, slid in again, until his fingers fully disappeared in Karl. For a short moment there was only their low panting to be heard. Sean enjoyed the sight of the half-naked man who writhed in front of him with lust, until Karl urged: “Come on, buck up! Fuck me properly!”

With slight regret Sean let go of his willing victim in order to hastily search the pockets of his trousers. Finally he triumphantly held a condom wrapper in his hand.

“This label was good. I got these just today. Thank God I was so foresighted.” He actually hadn’t really expected to get the opportunity to engage in such intimacies in near future. Hadn’t he resolved to contain himself? But this was an emergency, wasn’t it?

Quickly his member was encased by the tearproof and extra moist material. Karl was lying in front of him, helpless on his back, the lower parts of his body oscenely naked, while his upper regions were still fully dressed. Sean thought that this looked extremely sexy. His hands grabbed Karl’s thighs, opened his legs, and Karl held still. Sean reached for the firm, round butt cheeks and spread them apart so that the tiny, pulsing opening was totally exposed. Without hesitating for long, Sean pushed in. He deeply sank into Karl with one single smooth motion.

This time he knows the way, Karl thought. The groping yesterday had bugged him, but in the end Sean’s energetic thrusts had satisfied him very much.

“Harder…“ Finally a guy who didn’t think that he had to prepare him for ages or waste time with unecessary tenderness, but got straight down to business. He liked that a lot. “Oh, …yes…“ Karl felt his shaft swell to its whole extent, and this arousingly throbbing feeling that had started out from the tip of his cock, had now spread all the way down to its base. With every single penetration of the solid length that Sean pushed into him, this feeling got more and more intense. He wanted to touch himself. To get fucked and at the same time jerk off was the ultimate pleasure.

“No, Karl, don’t. Today it’s my turn. Hands off!” Sean said with a slightly threatening tone in his voice. Hesitatingly Karl let his hand sink back down onto the soft moss. What did the Brit have in store?

“Show me how horny you are! How much do you want this? How much do you need my cock? Come on, Horsemaster, show me your lust”, with each sentence, Sean thrust deeply into the tight channel of the young man who was writhing under him. Karl felt every movement inside of him intensely, Sean changed the angle of his penetrations, and Karl started to pant. That was it, Sean had hit this spot which made him moan, which forced the precum out of the small opening at the tip of his member.

"Yeah, that’s what I want to see.“ Sean lay only the tips of his thumb, fore and middle finger around the glans, with a touch as light as a feather. Gently he spread the small drop, then withdrew his fingers again. Only when a new pearl appeared he repeated the motion, again and again, until a fine stream was oozing out of Karl. Finally Sean let his fingers linger and massaged the tip of Karl’s erection with circular, light movements, and only the tip.

Karl had lost the ability of coherent speech quite some time ago. The contrasts of the hard thrusts into his tight body and the soft caresses at the head of his member were totally new to him. It almost drove him insane. His hands clawed at the soft forest floor, only so they wouldn’t after all reach for his shaft, which was twitching with despair. No, he wanted to let Sean do whatever he wanted to do. This was excitingly new, and he wanted to find out if he could reach his climax like this, only from the rough thrusts into him and those unusual touches.

“Harder, please,... oh please, touch me, fuck me... jack me off...”

“That’s the way you like it, yeah? Let me hear what you want. Cry it out!” Sean was now very close to Karl’s ear and whispered those words to him.

This quiet sound, the heat of the breath at his ear, the intense movements inside of him and the lighter touches on the outside; this all was just too much, and with a final yelp Karl reached his climax. He screamed without inhibitions, and unconsciously he noted that Sean seemed to like it. It turned him on. Even as Karl contracted around the member that stuck deeply inside of him, Sean reached the peak, too. Karl tried to massage as much out of this gorgeous man as he could.

Exhausted, Sean collapsed on top of Karl, but after a short while the young man stirred and wriggled under him to demonstrate his discomfort. Sean rose and helped Karl to get up as well.

“Oh man, look at yourself, you’re a total mess. There are leaves in your hair, everything’s tousled and dishevelled, and... oh, shit...” With a light metallic sound a piece of one of the epaulettes fell down. Obviously one of the leather fasteners hadn’t tolerated the turbulent back and forth on the forest floor.

“I’m afraid your armor is damaged. Let me see if I can fix it.”

“You don’t need to do that, Sean, this thing breaks pretty often. And if they ask, also because of the wig...”, Karl grinned, which looked so seductively with his full lips, Sean thought, “I’ll just tell the truth.”

“What?” Sean winced inwardly. This admittedly very relaxing leisure activity shouldn’t exactly be shouted from the rooftops.

“Do you really think they will believe me if I tell them that Sean Bean fucked me senseless in the middle of a forest, in a deserted spot of beautiful nature, and that while we were at it something went bust?”

For the rest of the trip they again lapsed into this comfortable silence. Karl felt exhausted, but also very relaxed. This had been really good. And the best thing about it was that they could repeat this amazing fucking at every opportunity. A content, tiny smile showed on the young man’s face. His mood had really changed since last night.

Again he had to think of the horrified expression in Orlando’s eyes. What did that mean? The “Elf” already confiscated Viggo completely. He couldn’t seriously lay claim to Sean as well? Since Sean had appeared, Karl felt much more comfortable. No, he decided, he wanted Sean for himself. Orlando couldn’t have everyone. And Sean seemed to enjoy his company, too. That was a promising beginning, after all.