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A Soft Wetlander	By : SAF Category: S through Z > Wheel of Time Series Views: 11907 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Rand al’Thor was lost. He was lost in an alien land among alien people. And most of all he was lost in the arms of another man.
There had been others in the sweat tent, he recalled dimly. There had been words exchanged too. But just now his awareness had room only for the lips on his. It was an older man, trusted, respected. He had never imagined anything like this would happen between them. And he could not imagine asking Rhuarc to stop.
Unbidden, his left hand rose to clutch at the Taardad chief’s muscled shoulder, the right was needed to support his weight as the intensity of Rhuarc’s kiss pushed him backwards, fingers digging into the heated earth that floored the tent.
Rand learned a great deal about kissing in those moments. Rhuarc’s experienced lips kneaded the younger man’s. His tongue would dart out, now and then. There and gone, teasing. Until Rand, maddened, thrust his own tongue into the chief’s mouth to seek out his tormenter. Rhuarc wrapped both arms around Rand’s head then, the better to claim him.
How long they remained bound so Rand could not say. The kiss was broken only when Rand, involuntarily, threw back his head. His breath came in a shuddering moan. There was a hand on his erect penis, its grip assured. Rhuarc’s hand.
Reality came crashing back. They were in a sweat tent belonging to the Aiel army Rand was leading to Cairhien. And they were surrounded by watchful Aiel warriors. Rand’s eyes darted about the tent.
There were Bael and Jheran, their feud forgotten for now, watching Rand make out with their fellow chief. Jheran seemed to find the sight arousing judging from his semi-erect state. Rhuarc, watching Rand, rubbed his hand down the younger man’s shaft. A gasp escaped him and Jheran smiled.
Beyond was Erim, watching with his arms folded. Judging? Another stroke and Rand glanced away.
Leathery old Han seemed disinterested in whatever was going on; he poured water on the coals, sending up more steam, and then sauntered back to his seat. Another. Rand bit his lower lip.
Behind were Bruan and Roidan, leaning forward intently to watch the show. Two hard men with hard cocks. Rhuarc stroked him twice before Rand could look away, heart pounding with mixed embarrassment and excitement.
And elsewhere the Aiel sat. All of them watching Rand and Rhuarc. Two of the younger men, Mangin and Cassin looked positively jealous as they embraced each other not far away from where the Car’a’carn sat. Their own hardened manhood’s resting in their eager fists. Rand met Magin’s eyes for a moment just as Rhuarc ran a callused hand down his tender flesh, he shivered. The youth’s gaze was almost adoring.
Various men in various stages of arousal, but all staring at Rand.
He rested a hand on Rhuarc’s forearm, which was wrapped in a glittering tattoo like Rand’s, and stared at the older man pleadingly; though he could not have said what exactly he was pleading for.
Rhuarc nodded. Then matter-of-factly bent his head and took the tip of Rand’s manhood into his mouth.
Rand gasped. The older man’s mouth was warm and wet, his skilled tongue playing with Rand’s already over excited nerves. One hand held Rand’s long shaft in place as the other cradled his testicles.
“Rhuarc,” Rand whispered, “you don’t… I want… you don’t have to do…” A slight brush of teeth silenced Rand’s meagre protests. Have to, yes, that’s the wrong word to use. Choose to. Want to. Light have mercy!
The chief of the Taardad began to work Rand’s cock. He could not swallow it all, but hand took care of what mouth could not. Forbidden pleasures surged through the younger man. He couldn’t seem to move to make the other man stop. And soon the very thought of resistance faded beneath Rhuarc’s attack, faded and died.
Rand knew he was not going to last long under Rhuarc’s administrations. He was too excited. But he had to hold on at least a little while. He might lose ji or incur toh or whatever they wanted to call it. He might be shamed. Wasn’t that the Aiel way? Yet, the watching people didn’t seem to think he was being shamed or incurring toh. Quite the opposite. The pressure built within Rand, he tossed his head in his efforts to contain it. He didn’t understand these people, but perhaps this was a way of learning. Rhuarc seemed to feel his distress but whether due to misunderstanding or perverse Aiel humour he only increasing his efforts. The older man ran his fingers along Rand’s balls, rubbed his shaft with increased zeal and swallowed the Car’a’carn’s cock as deeply as he could. Just like that, Rand was done.
He shouted incoherently as his seed shot forth. He bit his lip once more, and rocked back and forth where he sat. Only Rhuarc’s iron grip upon Rand’s hips preventing unfortunate injuries to one or both of the two men. He came in Rhuarc’s mouth, and kept coming for what felt like a good minute. The chief swallowed all of it. Rand collapsed on the warm earth, legs and arms outstretched, mind blank.
He drifted with the smoke of the tent. Rhuarc’s warm mouth left him as he softened. The chief wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, sat up. He gave Rand a fond look. Rand smiled back dopily.
From his odd vantage point he could see Bruan and Roidan. They were having sex. One huge man cradled in the lap of another. It was almost funny, and Rand gave a happy little laugh. He sucked in a deep breath, the heat was making his head spin.
“It’s been a long time since anyone thought Rhuarc handsome enough to get that excited, Rand al’Thor,” Erim said with a smirk. The chief hadn’t moved from his place. He was still flaccid as well, though several more Aiel in the tent had developed erections, Bael included.
“I couldn’t help it,” Rand murmured. “I wanted…” A chorus of deep-voiced chuckles silenced him.
“The body wants what it wants,” said Erim dismissively.
Just then a strangled grunt announced Cassin’s climax. The young Red Shield was staring at Rand passionately as he bent over to direct his spurts into the earth. Rand gave him a smile. He hadn’t realised the other man was masturbating to the sight of him.
Mangin was doing so as well, it seemed, though he was doing it nice and slow. “You are beautiful, Rand al’Thor,” he said simply.
Around the tent he could see at least three strangers pleasuring themselves. And the lean Tomanelle fellow was on his knees with another man pounding away behind him. Both seemingly oblivious to the world. Several other Aiel were scrubbing themselves with sand, unconcerend with the lewd displays.
Rand got up on his elbows to find Rhuarc sitting over him, watching with that calm, measuring gaze of his. The older man’s cock was still jutting up out of its thatch of dark red hair. Honour and obligation, Rand thought, debts and favours, trust and trust. He sat up beside his chief, smiling with poorly concealed nervousness. “How do you want me?”
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