Under the Watchful Moon

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Under the watchful moon

In the darkness of night, the stars sparkled like droplets of water on black velvet. A grassy clearing acted as the home of a band of travellers. Although not all were male neither were they all human. Alone in the forest, the group huddled closely together, dark shadows on the grass, holding their wes tis tight and in some cases other people, closer. Yet while most of the group lay on the ground, two lonely heads did not rest. A slim, striking male stood poised and alert on the peak of the nearest hill. He was watching and waiting and hoping and trying to quell his desires in the coolest breezes. Yet the feather light touches of the wind on his skin, caressing his face, his neck and seeping through his fine clothes, aroused him more than any night in his thousands of years of experience. He could tell that by the rising of the tiny hairs on the back of his neck, and the rush of blood to his crotch, that the object of his lustful thoughts was near. The winds blew again, and he removed his shirt, allowing the open air to grace his skin. His pale body shone in the night, the slim firm muscles of his arms and torso, the fine trail of hair running from his chest to the strings holding up his leggings. His nipples hardened in the cool breeze, and the sensations caused stirring in his crotch. Brushing his blond hair away from his chest, he stepped back to lean against the steep cliff face behind him, and purposefully staring into the darkness of the night sky, he kicked off his boots and pushed down his trousers. Gasping as the cool and open air touched his bare skin, the blond tried not to shiver as the night sky savoured his naked body. He stood leaning against the cold, rough stone scraping his back and his butt; the friction arousing him and his muscles tensing up at the touch on the soft skin of his butt and the backs of his thighs. The Elf’s penis was hardening, though he tried to stop himself from touching it. Lightly, the night breeze and his fingers on his right hand swirled around his prick, stroking the swelling organ, while Legolas could feel blood pumping out of his body and into the jumping flesh in his hand. His breath was coming in gasps and groans as the sensitive flesh of his head was massaged by his thumb and he stared off into the darkness imagining that it was the , da, dark, strong naked figure of Aragorn who was so skilfully playing with him. In the shadows in front of him, all Legolas could see was the tops of the trees of his forest of Mirkwood. Yet there was one figure in the darkness that was staring, open mouthed, at the outline of the lean Elf, and the movements of his body as he aroused himself, bringing himself closer to climax.

At the base of the mountains of Mirkwood were small clearings were there was a clear view of the edge of the summit. In one of these clearings stood Boromir, his dark blond hair swept clear off his face as he gazed at the pale perfect form of the Elf pleasuring himself. Urging himself to climb up the side of the mountain, while trying to catch glimpses of the Elf’s naked body, the Man steadied himself against the rock, and rose upwards. On the other side of the bare cliff face where Legolas was so wantonly displaying himself, a harried looking Aragorn was pacing. His eyes were wild; dark brown with golden specks, and his quick shallow breathing did not abate his emotions. He knew that Legolas was on the other side of the rock. He also knew that this would be one of the last chances he had to fuck him. Since long before the forming of the Fellowship of the Ring, Legolas and Aragorn had been friends, almost brothers. They had fought together, shared victories and spoils and even women. Yet they had never been together, touching and caressing during these sexual exploits. The man knew that it was because of his connection to Arwen that Legolas had never cornered him. But that thought… of being cornered by the young- looking Elf, his slim fingers running through Aragorn’s wavy hair, gently stroking his face, his head, his neck and then kissing him… oh! Yet there was no Arwen now, and with Boromir returned, in Osgiliath, the man longed to touch him the way that they never had. Spending only a few more minutes on deciding, he turned around and walked resolutely towards Legolas’ hiding place. Yet even e ede edged nearer, he sensed the presence of someone else in the shadows. Drawing his sword, the dark haired fighter called out,
‘Who are you? Show yourself!’ Out of the darkness emerged a flushed and dusty Boromir. He had either just climbed up the mountain, or had been climbing Legolas. This last thought angered him, yet there was no cause for alarm- yet.
‘It is I, sir. I hope you are well? I saw… light on the mountaintop, so I thought it might be your camp.’
‘ I am well. What’s hastens you so far from Osgiliath? All is safe and well in Gondor, I hope?’
‘Yes sir. It’s just that I have an urgent personal matter with Legolas to discuss. I saw him from the cliff face. I was just on my way to him now…’
‘Excellent. I needed to speak with him myself. I shall accompany you.’
‘I’m afraid that wouldn’t really be possible, Aragorn. You see Legolas isn’t really in the right state to be seen by you now.’
‘I only saw him last less than half an hour ago. He could not have become ill so quickly, and how would you know if he was sick from the mountainside? If he requires our help then I will come along too.’ Aragorn’s temper wasn’t going to hold for much longer. Undoubtedly Boromir had seen Legolas in less than his usual attire and wanted him for himself. Well, Aragorn wasn’t going to let that happen. Without waiting for a reply, Aragorn kly kly ran around the corner and stood a few feet away from Legolas; still naked, still shining, yet now panting from exertion, and holding his limp penis in his hand. Strands of his pearly semen lay on the grass reflecting in the starlight. Groaning at the sight of Aragorn, he parted his lips, licked them and said,
‘You’re late.’

Forgetting about everyone and anyone else, Aragorn took two steps forward and captured Legolas’ mouth in a searing kiss. As they kissed, Aragorn parted his lips and drew his tongue across the Elf’s lips, asking for access. His hands wandering as they kissed for the first time, Aragorn stroked the slim muscled body beneath him. His arms moved behind his back and stroked the clenched shoulders of the Elf, whose swelling organ was already leaving an impression on Aragorn’s thigh. The deep rose- coloured lips parted and their tongues duelled, massaging and rubbing, licking and tasting the other. Then abruptly Aragorn parted his mouth from Legolas’ and attached it to his bare and sweaty shoulder. At the sensitive spot between neck and shoulder, Aragorn attached his lips, then his teeth and began to suck, drawing his teeth over the sensitive spot, as Legolas threw his head back against the rock and cried out in lust. Almost growling himself, he sucked harder and harder. Then began to pave a path downwards. He sucked and licked and bit the pale Elf’s body between his collarbones, and then a path straight downwards on his chest and his abdomen, squeezing the already tight nipplnd cnd causing a gasp and moan of pleasure to erupt from his lover’s throat.

Just as Aragorn’s tongue dipped into the other’s belly button, causing the Elf’s already aroused cock to drip the first strands of semen, Boromir’s frustrated growl interrupted the haze that surrounded the couple. Both figures looked at him; with one hand in his hair, dragging at it with irritation, and the other was stroking his growing erection through the thick clothing. Glancing at each other, a silent question in his eyes, Legolas received his answer and called out to Boromir.
‘Would you care to join us, Boromir? I’m sure that there is no need to stand there becoming frustrated at a sight that is meant to provide pleasure.’ Legolas’ lilting voice gently rode on the wind and the proposition set off a series of further stirrings in the dark blond’s groin. Unable to just stand and watch, Boromir strode towards the couple, removing all his clothing on the way. His dark blond hair hiding his lust filled eyes, Aragorn took all his clothes off too, pressed his naked body against the other man’s and bucked his hips against the others. Holding his head gently, and rubbing the nape of his neck, Aragorn kissed and sucked the other man’s mouth,le gle gasps and groans escaped from both Boromir’s and Legolas’ lips. Pushing him to stand beside the Elf he began to stroke Legolas’ firm and jerking length in his right hand, while stoking Boromir’s growing shaft in his left. The steward of Gondor gasped and shuddered as the warm, firm touch of his master’s hand brought him closer to his peak. The dark haired man stood firmly with his eyes gazing at both of his partner’s arousals and the increasing lust in their eyes.
‘Please…’ Boromir hoarsely whispered. ’Fuck me.’ Legolas quickly took the initiative and stepped sideways to position himself behind Boromir. Cupping man’man’s firm ass and parting the cheeks, he slid one finger down the length of his spine, and gently inserted it into the tight entrance. A moan escaped Boromir’s lips as he felt the slim finger of the Elf enter him, and at the same time, the smooth wet lips of his King circled his cock. The heat of the man’s mouth remained at the head though, and he couldn’t prevent a growl of frustration. Just as Legolas finally placed the head of his organ at the entrance and pushed himself in, slowly filling him, the mouth began to move, softuckiucking him, massaging him with its tongue and licking the weeping head as he began to jerk his hips forward, deeper into that luscious mouth. The slow rhythmic strokes of hard shaft inside him grew harder and harder, and almost painful without lubricant, but the skilled elf positioned himself to provide most pleasure to the man. With a final few thrusts Legolas came, the clenching muscles inside him drawing out repeated loads of semen inside of Boromir. The warmth spread inside the man quickly and he came hard, jerking down Aragorn’s throat, who swallowed as much as he could. Sucking gently on the softening member, the king drew out the last drops of white fluid and released the organ to the old night air. Stiff after being on his knees for so long, he lay down on the grass and stared up at the stars, while the other two draped themselves around him. Legolas’ head rested on his thighs while Boromir sat up and allowed Aragorn to rest his head on his lap. The comfortable scene was interrupted when Legolas’ brain reminded him through the haze that Aragorn hadn’t as yet been fucked.

He tentatively reached out and began stroking Aragorn’s quickly hardening member. It grew right in front of his face, becoming hard and thick and steadily longer. Holding himself up with his elbows, Legolas placed one fist at the base of the thick shaft and his mouth over the swollen head of Aragorn’s penis. While bringing his closed fist towards him, he began to suck gently and then harder as he sucked Aragorn’s cock and fisted him at once. Aragorn’s head was thrown back mouthing, ‘Yes…oh more, please… Legolas!’ on Boromir’s lap, who was stroking his chest and caressing his face and body. Humming deep in his throat Legolas sucked harder, lightly grazing his teeth on the thick hard prick. Aragorn parted his lips and groaned louder and louder, while thrusting his hips, drawing his erection deep into the Elf’s throat. Arching his back, Aragorn jerked his hips and came hard as Legolas sucked and swallowed and fisted his cock for one last time.

As the soft winds dried the sweat and fluids, the three companions softly slumbered, lying together in complete satisfaction.