Like a lot of boys his age, he considered it to be "different". It was okay for girls to go at it. But not boys. That's "different". Girls that did it...were "hot"; boys that did it were "fags".He had spent several hours now trying to devise a scheme for getting to the house first, but was not having much luck. The house had been right. He was the only one that could handle the power. He was the only one that would not abuse it.There was a soft knock on his door. Surprised at this, he didn't. You can gladly sit upon it and I should be pleased to fuck you. The pleasure of fucking in this way is what I shall most miss when I at last find the Golden Knot, and I would be happy for there to be many such occasions of pleasure before the curse is banished."Kate sat above Candice, a knee on either side of the woman traveller's thighs, and gently eased the penis into her vagina, still oozing in liquid pleasure and as frictionless as an oiled lever, still preserving the memory of her. . sorry. I was about to say for one of your station. Forgive me," the duke said, then bowed to Berandal."No offense taken. You know nothing of my past, except that my son stumbled onto a fortune. For all you knew, I was the unlettered country bumpkin you assumed me to be," Berandal said with a chuckle.Duke Taft guffawed loudly. "I assure you, I will never think that again! Well struck, Sir!" the duke said, and then was off into gales of laughter again.They had just calmed down, and Berandal was. Fully. Freely. We returned to kissing, with my throbbing dick pressed up against his body, and I helped him take his shirt off. I kissed my way down his hairless chest, stopping to pay my respects to his pecs, on the way to my knees, so I could pull down his sweatpants. I got a close up look at his own throbbing cock as he awkwardly pulled his legs out of the pant legs. I'd always thought dicks looked weird before, even my own. They'd never been as appealing as a nice pussy to be. Until.