The Travellers - 3. First Sparks

In which the intensity of the friendship with Kyle catapults into higher spheres of blissfulness.

The short lunchtime talk, the stealthy kiss and the ostensibly accident-like touch made, that the two boys agreed that Jamie would visit Kyle one of the next evenings. He told Collin of the plan, who thought it to be a splendid idea and who even came up with a bottle of wine at the evening involved.

“Where did you get that?”, an astonished Jamie wanted to know.

“I really couldn’t tell…somebody gave it to me. But I don’t drink wine, so maybe ye boys like it”.

In high spirits and with equal high hopes Jamie walked to the village, armed with his bottle of wine that he tightly held in his hands. It was quite difficult to find Kyle’s house in the fading light of dusk, but after some searching he found the small crofter’s cottage a little distance outside the village. It would be too hard a judgement to call it derelict, but it sure needed some new painting. He looked for a door bell, but was unable to find one, so he knocked at the door.

Immediately, as if he had been waiting behind the door, Kyle opened with an intoxicating flash of his enchanting smile. He looked gorgeous in a white blouse, which hung wide open and wide white trousers, which were held on his hips by a piece of colored rope.

“Welcome!” he beamed enthusiastically.

Jamie entered and noticed how Kyle looked outside in a somewhat skittish way, looking for someone who might see them. Apparently satisfied that all was clear he closed the door. Only after it fell close, he took his guest in his arms and kissed him. It was a kiss, which expressed tenderness and longing.

Kyle led him through on bare feet and they entered a small room. Jamie looked around. It was filled with some old wooden chairs around a table, a cabinet, a sink which was dominated by a large water pump and a pot-bellied stove. He was very well aware that Collin and he were not rich, but what he saw here was pure poverty, that reminded him of the home, which he had fled not so long ago.

“So, you live alone here?” he asked, just to start a conversation.

Kyle just nodded.

“But what about your parents? You’re not that old that you have to live alone”.

There came a sudden sadness over Kyle’s face.

“Jamie, this is 1920!” he answered with some hesitation in his voice.

“So what?”, Jamie muttered, looking at him, not understanding what Kyle meant or wanted to say.

“Me father died in the war. He was killed at the front somewhere on the continent. Me mother died two years ago of the Spanish flue. So aye, I’m alone since then”.

“Oh man…” was the only thing Jamie could say with deep compassion.

Kyle’s face cleared again and he said laughing:

“But, I’m alive so it seems I’m doing a rather good job on being alone and to take care of meself. But, how did ye end up in this pretty boring hole in the earth?”

Jamie told him how he had run away from his home down south, how he met Collin along the way and how they had been together since that day, slowly traveling north. His story got to the point, where the horse went ill near this village and how they were stuck there until the animal had recovered.

“Aye…” said Kyle, “and what does yer horse have?”

Jamie shrugged, but told that it glowed all over.

“Oh that!”, exclaimed Kyle, “so ye went to the village vet to have a look and the old man told ye he could cure the horse, but that it would cost ye a small fortune…a fortune ye don’t have!”.

“How do you know?”, Jamie asked surprised.

Kyle laughed somewhat sarcastically:

“I already told ye: I’m from around here. I know everybody over here, including that swindler, who calls himself a vet. He tells ye pure nonsense. It is just the question of giving the animal the right herbs to get well again. I happen to know where I can find those herbs. I’m pretty sure I can get it up on his feet again in short time”.

The last remark brought a twinkling in his eyes, making the grey green even more beautiful.

“But…” Jamie quizzed him hesitantly, “how can you be so sure of that?”

“I may be young, Jamie, but I have a lot of experiences as stable boy, so with horses. And I had the best teacher I could wish. Of course, I had some other experiences with the Laird as well while being a stable boy”.

Jamie laughed spontaneously at the last remark with Kyle joining him.

“Do you know how I call the old bastard?” he asked with a mischievous look.

Jamie shrugged, how should he know?

“I call him the troll”, Kyle answered with a wide grin.

Jamie stared at him, not understanding, because nobody had told him what a troll was.

“A troll is a little goblin from Norway”, Kyle explained, “But it is a very ugly goblin, which walks on short, thin legs, has a fat belly and a bald head. Me father used to tell me bedtime stories about trolls when I was a small boy”.

Both guffawed over the joke. And while the bottle of wine got empty faster and faster, Jamie liked Kyle more and more…or, was it more than just liking?

While chatting Jamie hadn’t noticed, that Kyle had laid his hand on his. He only became aware of it when he felt two fingers, that timidly stroked his fore-arm. He looked at the boy, who stared back with large, questioning eyes. The conversation fell dead. The only thing left were the questioning eyes and the coy stroking with the fingers.

All of a sudden Kyle stood up. He walked to Jamie, stood beside him, bended over and kissed him passionately on the lips. In reply Jamie’s hands went into the wide open blouse and stroked the boy’s nipples gently. To his pleasure he felt them harden under his fingertips. Kyle took him by the hand and led him into another small room, where he lightened an old oil lamp. In the dim light Jamie could discern a bed and a cabinet.

The delightful boy, standing in the light of the flickering flame of the oil lamp, radiated a dizzying attraction, which was only enlarged when the blouse slid of his shoulders, showing his gorgeous upper torso in all its glory. Jamie didn’t restrain himself any longer. Slowly and gingerly his fingertips followed the contours of the other’s upper arm muscles and stroked the naked skin of the shoulder blades. His lips caressed the neck of the Adonis standing in front of him.

Kyle turned around and pushed his body against Jamie’s. The last one’s hands now stroked breast and belly and cautiously went towards the rope, which kept the white trousers in place. Slowly he licked the other’s nipples with the tip of his tongue. The only reply was a soft moaning and a movement, which pushed Jamie’s lips tighter to the chest.

Jamie took a split second break, only to breathe…then he unloosened the rope around the hips. The trousers dropped to the floor and the boy stood in a small, tight pair of drawers, in which an inviting lump was visible, in the dim light. It was a breathtaking sight!

“I just want to look at you, honey!” Jamie whispered, “I just want to burn every second of it in my memory”.

Kyle showed his gorgeous smile again, the white teeth flickering in the semi-darkness.

“Do you think I’m beautiful?” he asked in a shy and uncertain way.

“You are magnificent!” was the heartfelt honest answer.

Jamie undressed as well, keeping his drawers on. Then he pushed Kyle softly on the bed and lied down beside him.

Kyle’s hand stroked tentatively over the bump in Jamie’s drawers as if he didn’t have the courage to tear the last piece of clothing off or to get his hand inside of it. Jamie kissed him and whispered in his ear:

“Go on, love…go inside!”

Kyle took the encouragement a bit different and in one smooth move he removed the drawers of Jamie’s body. The hard, aroused javelin jumped into freedom.

“Mmmmmmm…” a soft, delighted moan sounded.

The fingertips of the Highland boy of rare beauty stroked the hard sword of the southern boy, again in tentative, almost fearful and incredibly shy movements. But Kyle overcame his apprehension and started to work on the already damp tip with is fingertips, sensual and subtle. Jamie could only close his eyes in delighted resignation…this was something he had never experienced before. It was so beautiful.

Kyle pushed his whole foreskin to the rear, uncovering the complete tip of Jamie’s sword. The fingertips kept playing very gingerly, without exhorting any pressure. They massaged his oversensitive part to the final, stimulated it to ejaculate, but stopped just in time, to restart the joyful playing again shortly afterwards, making short detours to the tight foreskin behind it, massaging and tickling every small vibrating blood vessel in it.

They played, like two foals in a meadow, impetuous, wild and passionate, forgetting everything around them, with time drifting away in a haze of blessedness.

Jamie lost all control and literally tore Kyle’s drawers off. A delicious sword appeared, somewhat smaller than his, but with a delightful, gleaming tip. He bended over and started sucking it greedily. Kyle moaned, sighed and winded and finally his explosion came. Wave after wave of delicious sperm shot into Jamie’s mouth. It tasted miraculously. He smacked satisfied and happy and looked to his friend, who was recovering from the heaven-like ordeal with closed eyes.

Jamie put his dripping tip on Kyle’s lips. He started licking it, so every now and then his tongue licking his lips to take up the nectar-like moisture. His whole dread subsided and he sucked the whole body part into his mouth, where he started to suck it vigorously. It didn’t take long, already being over-stimulated and in such a rage, that the eruption took place. The sword started shaking and pumping and blob after blob emerged in an almost endless stream.

Jamie felt the aftershocks of the orgasm rumbling through his body and rolled himself on his back. Deeply in love and happy they lied besides one another.

“I really wish ye to stay”, whispered Kyle.

“I wish I could,” the soft reply came, “but once the horse gets well again, we will move on, searching for work.”

A short laugh was heard.

“I could refuse to treat yer horse, so that ye will have to stay here forever”, Kyle spoke softly.

But he shook his head and continued:

“But that is not the way it works. I won’t let the horse suffer just to keep ye here. I love horses too much to do that”.

A silence fell, which was filled with strokes and kisses.

After a while Kyle said:

“I want to get away from here. I feel so alone and lonesome over here. I can travel with ye, can’t I?”

“That is a great idea…!” Jamie exclaimed…but then continued: “But I will have to discuss it with Collin first!”

“He can teach me woodcarving as well. And I can take care of the horse. He won’t lack a thing, I can promise ye that”.

Another silence fell.

“And I can stay with ye”, Kyle continued softly, “I love ye!”

Jamie looked at him. The grey green eyes were wet and a tear rolled over the cheek.

“And I want you to stay with me”, he whispered.

He thought it over for a short while, then took Kyle’s head in both hands and said:

“My love, I can’t promise you one thing at all. But what I can promise is that I will talk to Collin and I will fight to get you on the wagon with us”.

The grey green eyes shone.

“If ye tell me where yer camp is, I will come tomorrow after work to treat the horse”, he said softly.

They had lost all sense of time, but Jamie felt it was already late and time to go back to camp. He dressed.

They said their goodbyes at the door. They kissed each other tenderly with shining, happy eyes. One last loving caress and Jamie stepped into the dark night, walking in a dance-like way as if his feet were carried on little clouds.

“I’m in love”, he muttered, “Damned, I’m in love!”

He took the direction to the camp, already figuring out how he was going to convince Collin that it could only be a great idea to have Kyle with them. But it wouldn’t be for this same evening.

Because, by the time he arrived at the wagon Jamie was exhausted. The long working day, the intensity of his being together with Kyle and the long walk back had sapped him of all energy.

Nevertheless, he managed to enter the wagon with a glorious smile on his face.

Collin saw him coming in, never having seen his pupil so happy. The boy’s eyes were shining and dreamy and the experienced older man knew more than enough only by the sight of it. His weathered face cracked into a wide, comprehending grin.

“Ah, there ye are”, he said, “Come on, laddie, let us grab some sleep. It is up and bright early tomorrow morning”.

Once they were in bed, Jamie rapidly drifted in a deep sleep, his dreams filled with only one single topic. The understanding grin refused to leave Collin’s face when he extinguished the oil lamp.