Part 5:

As he walked back of the house and around back towards the stables, a shiver 
ran up his spine…Bean…he would have to see Sean. Orlando did not know how he 
would be able to find the words he needed when he saw the man’s handsome, 
chiseled face, and felt the gaze of those hawk-like eyes. 

‘Let him not look at me so’ Orlando begged to whatever power was willing to 
listen. ‘If he does, I shall faint.’ The boy wrung his hands to attempt to calm
his nerves as he walked towards the stables. He could feel the tingling inside 
him only grow as he neared. As he walked, he could feel the first drops of the 
rainstorm on his face. 

The boy did not see anyone as he arrived at the stables. There was no sign of 
Sean at all. Orlando pulled his jacket about him as the rain came in greater 
quantity, and he had to wipe at his forehead to rid it of water. Orlando looked
about for a sign of the groundskeeper, and in the woods, saw smoke from a fire.
He began to walk into the woods in the direction of the smoke. Walking through 
the trees at least meant a momentary shelter from the rain. 

Orlando could finally see the fire in a short distance and by the fire. Orlando
walked towards it. He looked for Sean, knowing the man had to be here. And then
he saw him.

Orlando felt his breathe catch at the sight of Sean, his shirt clinging to him 
with the rain, opened in the front to reveal a strong chest. Orlando watched the
droplets of water make their way down that tanned expanse of skin, mesmerized by
the rise and fall of is chest. Orlando finally raised his eyes to see Sean’s 
face, and he found the man’s eyes upon him. There was a sparkle in Sean’s eyes 
as he gazed upon him, the rain making his dark blond hair fall in clumps about 
his forehead, the bare skin of his chest glistening. 

His own chest heaved as he looked at the man; his body trembled from more than 
the cold water pouring down against him. 

Those eyes. He could feel the emerald orbs boring into him…studying him right 
down to the bones, into his soul. 

Sean dropped the axe he had been holding; forgetting his previous task. He 
studied the brilliant angel before him…drenched with rain and shaking with 
trepidation. The boy had never looked so beautiful, so innocent as he did at 
this moment. Sean felt his body move by powers beyond him and steadily crossed 
the expanse of earth between him and the one that haunted his dreams. He stood 
in front of Orlando, his body practically pressed up against him. He looked down
at the boy for a second, waiting for any response. Orlando looked up at him 
through dark lashes at him, felt the man’s hot breath against him for only a 
second as time itself stood still.

Sean grabbed the back of the boy’s head and pulled him into a kiss of such
fierce passion Orlando forgot how to breathe. The man’s strong arms wrapped 
around him like a vice, pulling his slender body clean against the larger one as
though he were trying to draw Orlando into himself. Orlando melted against him,
his hands first against the man’s chest and then raised to wrap around the man’s
neck, pulling him down to Orlando’s height so the boy could properly devour his
mouth, sucking on the man’s tongue with raw abandon. 

Orlando did not care if what happened between them was right or wrong. It was 
easy to ask such questions when one was only thinking, but when caught in the 
middle of it all, when he could not even think to breathe, morality as the last
thing on his mind. All he cared was that this man kept kissing him. 

Sean crushed the rosy lips to his own, tasting the sweetness to pleasantly
realize it was even sweeter than what he had imagined. He felt the wetness of 
the rain on their faces…their lips…making then slippery against each other.

Sean relinquished the soft lips to attack the exquisite throat, mouthing and 
sucking on it, tasting the flesh. He reveled in the sweet yet salty taste. His
hand tugged at the collar of the boy’s shirt, pulling it open to reveal more 
skin for him to devour. He exposed the collarbone, running a thumb along it 
before kissing it, his thumb caressing the slender throat instead, making 
Orlando’s breathe hitch and him moan in pleasure. 

Heat shot through his body as the man touched him. His fingers left a fiery 
trail wherever they touched, and his mouth made him burn with a desire he had 
never known. Sean felt the boy’s fingers in his hair, clutching at him for 
support.

There was a clash of lightning and a rumble of thunder above them. Orlando 
looked up into the storm, and Sean paused in his ministrations to check on the
weather. He kissed the boy’s lips and took his hand, leading him into the 
forest.

Neither had yet spoken…they had not needed to. For what words could possibly 
have been spoken that had not already been said in lips and touch. He allowed
Sean to lead him, accepting his hand and following into the trees. He did not 
know where they were going, but the trees did provide some cover from the rain.

Orlando caught site of a little clearing where there were two little wooden 
sheds. Orlando guessed that hay or supplies were kept inside, as there were 
horses nearby. Orlando trembled in fear. He knew what was probably going to 
happen, but he had no idea of what to expect or if he really wanted to. He had 
only begun to accept that his feelings of affection for another man were not 
unnatural, could he make the next step? 

He really needed to stop thinking.

Sure enough, Sean led him to one of the sheds and opened the door, revealing a 
little stock house containing hay and grain for the animals. They entered, 
leaving the wind and the rain outside. As soon as Sean closed the door, he found
himself with his arms full of the young man, with soft lips pressing against his
own. 

Orlando rubbed his body against Sean’s, loving the way the larger hard body felt
against his own. His hands found the man’s strong biceps; hardened through years
of labor. His fingers sunk into the silken yellow hair, running his long fingers
through it. He wrapped one of his long legs around Sean’s hip so he could pull 
their bodies even closer. Sean pulled his lips back so he could breathe and 
immediately attacked Orlando’s throat, kissing and sucking…biting the tender
flesh so he could leave marks.

Sean pushed Orlando back a little so he could open the boy’s shirt all the way,
exposing a hairless chest and flat belly, the faintest little trail of hair 
leading under his trousers. Orlando pushed Sean’s already open and dripping wet
shirt off of his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Sean began to remove 
Orlando’s trousers, and the boy jumped with a gasp when the man slipped a hand 
below the rim of his pants and fondled his manhood. His mouth opened in surprise
as he looked down to see the man’s hand there. Sean smiled and kissed his lips;
letting both hands grip the trousers and push them to the floor. Orlando would 
have felt self conscious about his body if he were not so aroused. Instead, he 
felt his own hands going for the buttons of Sean’s pants and opening them. He 
did not know where this self-assurance came from, but he was glad he had found 
it. 

Orlando looked down and gasped when he saw Sean’s erect member. He gasped, his 
cheeks coloring, not only because Sean was quite well endowed, but because it 
was the first naked cock he had seen other than his own. Sean smiled at his 
expression and intake of breath. Orlando felt his stomach flutter as he wondered
where that would possible fit in his body. He knew the man wanted him and wanted
to take him, even if he had never experienced this before. 

Sean moved the boy to where he would be comfortable. There were mounds of hay 
strewn around the shed, and as Sean kissed Orlando he urged him over to one. He
gently turned the boy around and sank with him to the hay and canvas bag covered
floor. Sean positioned Orlando onto his knees facing a hay mound and had him 
lean forward and rest his hands and elbows on top of the mound. He had his own 
hands close around the boy’s which made him hold on to a cloth sack to squeeze 
if need be. 

Orlando rested his head on the hay mound, trying to collect his breathing. Sean
sucked on two fingers, getting them as wet as he could. He took the fingers and
began to circle the little pink opening of the entrance to Orlando’s body. 
Orlando gasped loudly and arched at the first touch. Sean rubbed his back as he
worked the fingers into Orlando’s impossibly tight body. He realized that his 
suspicions he had had about the boy being a virgin must be correct, he was far 
too tight to have ever been breached before. Sean vowed to make sure it would be
an experience the boy would remember with nothing but pleasure. 

Sean scissored his fingers inside the boy, stretching the guardian muscle.
Beneath him, Orlando was moaning and whimpering, his body arching and writhing 
as Sean opened him and stroked his pleasure center. Sean finally removed his 
fingers and spat into his hand, coating his aching erection. He took the 
throbbing flesh in hand and thrust the thick member inside of the boy. He 
figured it would be easier for Orlando to get over the initial pain that way. 
The boy cried out with a pained sob, lurching forward and clutching the sac 
trying to ease the pain. A burn like fire burned in his hole, spreading through
his body. Sean stopped, and it took every ounce of will in him not to thrust 
into the tight heat, but his will to not hurt Orlando was stronger. He waited
for the boy to let him know he was all right before he moved. 

Orlando gasped for breath, tears running down his face as he waited for the pain
to be over. After a moment, he could feel the burn ebbing slightly. He hoped 
that he would get used to it if the man would just move, but Sean remained
still. Finally, Orlando rocked his hips back against Sean, urging him to move.
Sean felt the boy move those exquisite buttocks against him, he could not help 
but comply. He slowly thrust his hips, not going deep. Orlando cried out again 
but urged him on. Sean began to thrust fluidly, searching with his cock to find
what would make Orlando forget the pain. 

Orlando jerked and threw his head back, arching his back with a cry. The 
pleasure shot through him, covering over the pain that had been there only a 
moment ago. He planted his palms on the top of the mound so he could thrust his
hips back to make Sean’s cock hit that spot again. Sean thrust deeper, massaging
the boy’s prostate with every thrust. Sean stopped stroking Orlando’s back and 
took hold of his slender hips, holding them so he could thrust harder and 
faster. Orlando’s moans and cries of pleasure only aroused the man more. He 
bounced Orlando back and forth with the force, and the boy held on to the sac
for dear life. 

Sean reached down Orlando’s body and grabbed his weeping sex, stroking it madly.
Orlando would have screamed if there was breath inside him, but all he could do
was whimper and moan. The pleasure of Sean’s hand on him, someone other than
himself touching him for the fist time, and Sean’s probing cock filling his 
insides took him over the edge and he cried out in orgasm. He convulsed in 
Sean’s arms and his body trembled and clenched. Sean thrust into the spent body
a few more times before he reached his peak as well, exploding inside the boy.

Sean collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily. He rolled Orlando’s body to the
floor and around so he could see the beautiful pleasured face. He kissed the 
sweaty skin and stroked wet hair back off of his face. He leaned over Orlando 
and softly kissed his lips. “So” Sean said quietly. “Was your first time 
memorable, sweet one?” Sean lovingly caressed Orlando’s face as he spoke. 

Orlando blushed that Sean knew the truth about his inexperience. “Unforgettable”
he said, smiling at Sean.

They lay together in the shed for a while, Orlando wrapped in Sean’s arms, 
listening to the man’s steady heartbeat. He sighed contently, hugging the man’s
body closer to his own. Orlando could not believe what had just happened, and 
that he did not feel the least bit bad about it. It was amazing how little his 
religion he had been taught mattered to him now. It was easy to follow the rules
blindly when he was alone, but now he had love. 

“I can’t believe it is already getting dark” Sean said, absentmindedly. He 
kissed the top of Orlando’s curly head. Orlando looked out the window of the 
shack and saw that it was getting to be sunset. Sunset!!

Orlando lurched forward, regretting the fast action as it sent sparks of pain 
down in his tender rectum. He cried out slightly, but bit his lip and continued
to rise. He immediately went to his clothes and began to dress. Sean sat up. 
“What is wrong love? Why so hasty?”

“I must get back to the manor house, I have many tasks to do before his lordship
retires. I need firewood for him.” Orlando said, pulling on his pants and
fastening them with shaking hands. Sean stood languidly, not minding his nudity
at all, and slowly walked to Orlando. He stopped the trembling hands that were 
trying to fasten a shirt and took over, buttoning Orlando’s shirt with steady 
fingers. “No need to worry, my darling. I have a pile of firewood in the other 
shed for when it rains, and you will have plenty of time before the Lord 
retires. Lord McKellen is here tonight, and they shall be up talking for some 
time.”

Sean then reached down and fetched his own trousers, buttoning them but not 
bothering to put on his wet shirt. He took Orlando’s hand and let him to the 
other shed, opening the door to display the necessary materials the boy needed.
Orlando thanked him and began to walk in, but Sean stopped him, taking those 
sweet lips with his own one last time that night. Orlando responded to the kiss,
and let himself be enveloped. He was sad when Sean broke it to walk in a take 
one of the log bags from the floor and hand it to Orlando. 

“Was that all?” Sean asked, a small smile on his face. 

Orlando knew there was but had to think for a moment. “Ah…oh yes. Lord Lee
requires you to patch a leaky roof above the west library. He says that it must
be done in a day or so.”

“Is that what he says?” Sean asked, bringing that adorable blush to Orlando’s 
cheeks. “I would do it if it would only bring a smile to your lips, my love.” 
The man turned to head towards the wood patch again to finish his earlier 
cutting. 

“Wait!” Orlando called. 

Sean turned to see what he needed, and rested his hands on his hips. He raised 
an eyebrow in question. 

“When can I see you again?” Orlando asked innocently. 

“It is your desire that I bend to” Sean said, with a little bow of his head. 
“Whenever you desire my presence, I shall come immediately. You can find me at 
the stables, or right here” he pointed to the shed where they had just made 
love. “Good night.”

“Good night.” Orlando said, finally getting his body to turn and head for the 
house, to tend to his duties.

TBC…
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