Well, it's almost March 20, the Vernal Equinox
(Ostara), and so
here's the next installment of the WHEEL OF THE YEAR series.
Enjoy.
And in honor of St. Patrick's Day, men with
green eyes and clothes
welcome!
Comments can be sent to jeanniemarie@sprintmail.com.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters,
I just let 'em have fun.
Rated NC-17 for hot m/m sex! The
best kind! :)
(c) March 14, 1997
Once up on a time Benton walked through the
woods, the sunlight
dappling through the trees overhead as the smell of rich earth delighted
him. He walked deeper and deeper, the forest swallowing him
up in a
wonderful sensory feast. He was born for the woods, his father
had
said, and he was dressed from head-to-foot in green, a small ax hanging
from his belt. Whistling softly, he stopped to study a mushroom
when he
felt eyes upon him. He listened as carefully as he could, but
the
creature did not stir. He straightened up and walked on a little
distance more, pausing to sniff a bright yellow flower, and he could
feel the presence nearby.
He smiled and continued on until he found
a small pond. Shedding
his clothes, the young woodsman slid into the sparkling water, his
ears
listening for the sounds of the watcher. He splashed and played
like a
dolphin of the seas, then floated on his back as he looked up through
the trees at the sky.
The bushes parted and an elfin creature was
revealed: slender,
golden-skinned and with the brightest eyes of green that Benton had
ever
seen.
The wood creature stared at him, and Benton
held his arms out. The
other was dressed in forest green, and now he shed those clothes
to join
Benton in the water.
They held each other as they swirled and
swam, and they gazed into
deep pools of sapphire and emerald. Their lips were drawn together
and
they kissed, clutching each other all the more, and they parted and
laughed, eyes sparkling with joy. They played and splashed
and
cavorted, and they explored smooth skin and strong muscle.
They slipped out of the dewy pond and lay
upon a bed of leaves,
gazing at one another with eyes of love. Truly, they had been
bewitched, for each could not take his eyes off the other.
And then
their hands began to roam, and the woodsprite's long fingers touched
the
pale, star-kissed chest of his woodsman lover, and Benton sighed.
He
saw the sun beam a shaft of light down upon his lover, and he thought,
*He is a ray of sunshine. I shall call him Ray.* And
he touched bold
lips to his beloved's nipples, causing a great shudder and grasp
of his
hips as he explored.
Ray tasted of sunlight and sass, and
Benton loved him. His hand
stroked Ray's hip and thigh, the smaller man thrusting forward.
And,
forsooth, the woodsman knew what he craved. Not Rapunzel's
greens or
Cinderella's slipper, but the long, rosy shaft of his elfin love.
And he gently tasted that shaft as
the sprite tossed his shorn
head and moaned, his long, elegant limbs tangling with the woodsman's.
He thrust his hips forward and Benton took him into his mouth, delighted
by the musky scent filling his senses as he tasted warm, wet flesh.
The
woods sprite gasped and pulled his hair, Benton looking up.
Verdant
pools swam into his own, and he sucked long and hard.
The golden one
groaned and suddenly shook his head. His eyes were as dark-green
as the
forest. Benton was hit with his desire in one stunning
revelation.
Releasing the weeping cock, he nodded and laid back, parting his
legs.
The golden one nudged his ass with
his cock, green eyes gleaming
in lust. Just before he thrust in, he leaned down and kissed
Benton's
stomach, the whisper-softness sending a melting through the woodsman's
bones. He looked up at the sky as his bewitching one eased
on in, his
cock already swollen and primed.
Bursts of pleasure pinwheeled the sky, Benton
gasping as he was
claimed. His dear one was the finest in all the land, and he
cried out
his joy as the thrusting grew faster. His own cock bobbed in
quivering
passion, and his Ray of Sunshine rubbed his stomach against the flesh.
Benny arched his back, wanting more, then felt his seed fountain
as Ray
burst into him, scalding him with fiery passion.
They twined together, panting, and the nymph
slid out, curling up
against his lover's chest. They lay together for a long span
of
silence, the trees whispering as the forest creatures trilled and
chittered.
Finally Benton spoke. "Forsooth, sir,
I have never been loved like
that before!"
The slender one smiled. "And I have
never given such pleasure,
either, sir." He cocked a curious head. "Your name?"
"Benton."
"Ah, no."
"No?"
"No, you're more a 'Benny' than a
'Benton'."
Pleased, Benton asked, "And what may
your name be?"
"Ray."
Astonished blue eyes delighted Ray.
"It's what I guessed your name
to be!"
"Then, you see? The Gods have
decreed it. We were meant to be,
Benny."
As Ray lay his head back down on Benton's
chest, the woodsman
said, "We were meant to be, Ray." Shyly he reached over and touched
his
discarded clothing. "I have two axes."
"Two?"
"Two."
And they lived happily ever after.
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"Benny, Benny wake up! Time for dinner!"
"Wha...? Oh, Ray."
"Yeah, me. You fell asleep while
reading, I guess. What *are*
you reading?"
"Oh, I found this book in a used-book
store. I had a copy just
like it when I was a child."
"A 'frivolous book of fairy tales'?
Isn't that what your
grandmother called them?"
"Yes, but my Aunt Celia didn't."
"Good for Aunt Celia."
"Ray."
"Yeah, Benny?"
Benny's voice was very soft. "I have two axes. Two."
Ray looked at his lover for a moment,
then gathered him into a
hug, tears glistening.
And they lived happily ever after.
Two.