The Jouster's Lance

by A. J. Marcus

  Leaving the top three buttons undone, Austin tucked the silk shirt into the leather pants he now wore. “You better speed it up a bit, he sounds impatient.”

  “Yeah, something about meeting up with that one gal from the bakery.”

  Austin raised an eyebrow. “Which gal from the bakery?”

  “You know, Belinda, or Brenda. That one that always brings him treats,” Jasmine whispered as she pulled her leather bodice back on, sans shirt. “Apparently she stopped by yesterday after Rick got hauled off, and asked him if he’d escort her to the Forth Ball.”

  “Oh, Renda,” he replied as he pulled back on his high-topped boots. “I thought she sounded like she was fishing about for info on him the other day while I was getting my pretzels on the pole.” “Austin, Dale’s here!” Phillip called out.

  “You look covered,” he told Jasmine as he reached for the door.

  Dale stood with his back to the door as Austin opened it. He wore a leather vest that showed more muscle than it covered. His tight ass filled the leather pants that strained to contain him. Austin froze for a moment. Then Dale turned around. The vest was too small to be fastened in the front, exposing the glorious chest and abs to the whole world. Austin’s breath caught as he looked up into Dale’s hazel eyes. There was something about the leather that made Dale look incredible.

  “You look awesome,” he said as he walked up to him

  Dale reached out, ran his hand down the front of Austin’s silk shirt, and smiled. “So do you.”

  “I enjoy dress up parties as well as the next girl,” Catherine said, drawing Austin’s attention to her. “And a little slap and giggle too, but why did she have to go with a fetish theme this year?” Her costume was almost the same as Jasmine’s. She just didn’t fill out the leather bodice as well. She also carried a rather used riding crop, which he hoped she’d borrowed from Dale and wasn’t something she kept lying around her bedroom.

  “Because she did pirates last year and nobody bothered to change before coming,” Jasmine responded as she came out of the back room. “It’s been, what, five years since she did the fetish theme, from what site gossips are saying.”

  “You guys don’t have to wait for me,” Phillip said as he pushed past Jasmine.

  “See you at the party, Phillip,” Austin said as the door closed between them.

  “You know,” Dale began, grabbing Austin’s hand, “we could just skip the party, let the girls go on their own, and head back to the trailer. I really like the way that black shirt looks.”

  Austin brought Dale’s fingers to his lips and kissed them before pulling Dale into his arms. The leather vest under his finger gave him ideas too.

  “You are so fucking hot in this, but we promised folks.” He planted his lips on Dale’s. “Maybe we can sneak out early.”

  “I’ll remind you.” Dale’s lusty smile almost undid Austin’s resolve to show up at the party.

  “See, Austin, Dale wants to skip too,” Jasmine said as they walked out of the shop.

  “Jas, just don’t sleep with anyone and you’ll be fine.” Austin chuckled, wishing he and Dale could hold hands as they walked across the site toward the party. Jasmine and Catherine linked arms with him, and Catherine claimed Dale’s arm so she walked between the two men.

  Catherine’s bawdy laugh tumbled through the nearly empty fair site. “Yes, Jasmine, even I don’t find men to dally with at Evelyn’s affairs. For some reason, although the same people are invited, Chipmunk’s parties are much safer for that sort of thing than Evelyn’s.”

  “See, that’s what I’m trying to figure out,” Jasmine replied.

  “It will go down in infamy as one of the great secrets of the Renaissance fairs,” Catherine replied. “Along with the secret spices they use at Steak On a Stake.”

  “You know, those things taste different at different fairs,” Dale said from the far side of Catherine. “So I’m betting there are no secret herbs and spices in them.”

  Catherine let go of Austin and slugged Dale in his bulging bicep. “Don’t take the mystery out of my second-favorite meat.”

  Music rolled toward them from a distance. It was loud and dark, not at all like the cheerful Celtic stuff they’d played at Chipmunk’s party.

  “So Cat, do we really want to know what your first-favorite meat is?” Austin dared to ask.

  “Lady Catherine!” someone shouted as they rounded the final bend before the main stage, which was quickly being transformed into something that resembled a medieval dungeon.

  They stopped and turned toward the voice. Several women hurried toward them. Austin recognized them as some of the ladies-in-waiting from the court, although without their courtly garb, they looked much less impressive. In the flimsy fishnets they now wore, they looked more like ladies of the evening than ladies of the royal court.

  “I’m so glad we caught up with you all,” the first one said, her long red hair caught up in what looked like huge chopsticks.

  “Jocelyn, I didn’t realize you all were coming to the party tonight,” Cat said as she let go of Austin’s and Dale’s arms.

  “Well, we missed last year’s, and folks say this is the party of parties to attend,” Jocelyn replied. “And if we have our newest jouster to accompany us, we’ll make a grand entrance indeed. And how striking you look too, Sir Diederik. I never would have guessed what you keep hidden under your armor.” Jocelyn claimed Dale’s other arm as Catherine resumed their walk toward the party.

  Austin wanted to tell the courtly wench to keep her hands off his man, but he knew Dale wanted to keep their relationship under wraps. Even at this party, Catherine had to appear like she was his date. Austin knew the reality and it didn’t bother him. He also knew Catherine wouldn’t paw Dale in front of him. Did he have the right to call Dale his man yet? They were getting along great. Dale appeared as interested in him as Austin was with him. Last night had felt so good, just falling asleep in Dale’s arms. He wanted more than anything to be able to lay claim to him, but they’d only gone out a couple times. It was too soon, even if it felt so very right.

  They strolled up to the main stage amidst the loud heavy metal music and the torture equipment someone had borrowed from the dungeon maze. The crowd engulfed them, and as greetings were exchanged, thoughts of his and Dale’s relationship status were pushed out of his mind. “YOU know, I’d almost swear they were putting something more than fruit juice in the nonalcoholic drinks,” Dale said as the four of them walked toward the campground after the party.

  “I hear you,” Austin agreed. He’d not wanted to drink anything even though he and Jasmine were spending the night instead of driving home to Denver. After Rick’s display of drunk and disorderly the day before, he could do without anything alcoholic for a while. Dale had also wanted to forgo for similar reasons, but somehow they both seemed a bit buzzed.

  “I wouldn’t put it past Evelyn to spike the punch,” Catherine replied right before she stumbled.

  “Careful, Cat, we don’t want to have to carry you back to your tent,” Dale said, catching her arm.

  “No, we know what it’s like to carry someone down this hill. Don’t we, Austin?” She grinned as she regained her balance.

  “Hey, I could really use a privy stop,” Austin said, the weight of his bladder becoming more evident with each step.

  “Me too,” Dale agreed. “Do you ladies want to wait on us, or can you find your way in the dark?”

  Jasmine glared under the light of the lone streetlamp. “I think we can find our way on our own, can’t we, Cat?”

  Catherine moved her hand from Dale’s arm to Jasmine’s. “Most definitely. We are independent women of the twenty-first century, not some wilting medieval damsels.” She paused and smiled at the guys. “If you find us in a pile, fallen over some tree root, please stop and pick us up.”

  Dale laughed. “Of course, milady. Travel safely.”

  Austin headed toward the privies. His bladder wasn’t going to wait much lo
nger. A long silver basin with the remains of ice waited for them. Several Porta-Potties sat against the fence opposite the long urinal. Almost before his cock cleared the tight confines of his leather pants, it began releasing.

  Dale stepped up beside him. “You really had to go.” Dale chuckled as he reached into his leather pants to bring out his massive member.

  They stood there for several moments while their bladders emptied.

  Austin glanced down at the languid cock in Dale’s hand. Although he’d often stolen glances at other guys while strolling into and out of the privies, he’d never actually stared at another man standing next to him. It was Colorado; there was too much of a chance the guy would react badly.

  When they’d moved into the privies, they’d moved beyond the single streetlight; now only the moonlight sparkled off the last dregs of ice in the urinal. It also glistened off the light film of sweat on Dale’s dick.

  “You know, you can touch it if you want,” Dale said, reaching for Austin’s cock.

  “You think it’s safe?” Austin replied as he reached out to the quickly hardening cock in Dale’s hand.

  “Most everyone is either in bed or at the party.” Dale pulled Austin closer. “Even the girls have wandered on to bed. We’ll be fine now.” Their lips met in the moonlight.

  “I’ve been wanting to do that for hours,” said Dale as their lips parted.

  “I know,” Austin murmured. His heart pounded in his chest. He felt exposed, standing under the stars with the cool evening breeze blowing across his cock and balls.

  “Are you feeling adventuresome?” Dale whispered as he started nibbling on Austin’s ear.

  “How so?” He ran his fingers across Dale’s exposed chest and caught hold of the nipple ring that hid behind the leather vest.

  “Suck me off.”

  “Here, in the privies?” Austin could think of other places he’d rather have sex.

  Dale chuckled. “Have you ever done it in the privies?”

  “In the bathroom in college, but never the privies out here where people might see.”

  “No one’s going to catch us. I like sex outdoors. With you at the lake the other day was some of the best sex I’ve ever had.”

  Austin had to agree, and he hadn’t been nervous then, but they had been out in the wilderness with no one around for miles. Here, there were people within a few yards of them. But it was Dale asking. The cock in his hand grew harder. He remembered the taste of it and wanted more.

  “Fine.” They kissed, and he walked Dale back toward the fence that ran behind the Porta-Potties. There was a bit of grass that might not mar the knees of his leather pants as badly as the small stones at the urinal would.

  Their kiss extended several minutes, and then Austin began kissing his way down the front of Dale’s body. He moaned lightly as he licked and sucked the pierced nipple. He held the metal in his teeth and pulled softly before relinquishing it, continuing his way toward the hard cock that had never left his hand.

  The hard velvety head slipped between his lips even as his knees settled onto the grass. It tasted as good as he remembered, with the light sheen of sweat waiting for him. He slid the big cock as far down his throat as he could, willing himself to relax and not gag. With one hand around the big base, he grabbed the balls that bounced against his chin as he moved slowly up and down on Dale’s cock. He ached to do more, but they hadn’t come prepared for fucking. Settling into a rhythm of sucking on Dale’s cock and pulling on his hairy balls, Austin was determined to make Dale cum.

  For several minutes he worked the massive member before Dale’s breathing changed. Dale’s large hands closed on either side of Austin’s head, and he started thrusting his cock deeper into his mouth. At the first thrust, Austin gagged, but he willed himself to relax as Dale’s breaths became ragged. Then the big cock throbbed and began emptying its load down his throat. Austin pulled back so he could taste the hot cum across his tongue. It was salty sweet as it emptied into him.

  Kneeling there, his lips wrapped around the big cock, he waited until it stopped throbbing, then sucked on the head to get the last little bit. Dale’s whole body tightened, and Austin knew he was trying not to scream the way he had at the lake. Too many people would hear.

  Feeling good, but with his own cock rock solid, Austin stood up and kissed Dale, who melted under his lips and clung to him.

  “That was fucking awesome,” Dale whispered.

  “You taste really good.”

  “I want to taste you now.” Then Dale pushed Austin around so his back was to the fence before he started working his way down. He worked open the buttons on the silk shirt as he made way for his mouth.

  Austin’s cock was so hard, he was afraid he might cum as Dale closed his fingers around it. But he held his orgasm back. The heat of Dale’s mouth engulfed him as he plunged himself all the way to the base. Austin gasped. Then Dale reached up, pinched both his nipples, and settled into sucking on his cock. Austin knew he couldn’t last long as Dale found his pace. He yearned for release. He grasped Dale’s head and his balls started their warning tingle. The soft short hair sliding through his long fingers pushed him further over the edge. He sighed and leaned back as he erupted into Dale’s hot mouth.

  The gravel crunched under someone’s foot. Austin flashed his eyes open and looked at John Bishop, the white knight, who was staring at the spectacle before him. In the moonlight, the man’s eyes were wide in shock. Austin didn’t move; he held Dale’s head in his hands, hoping John wouldn’t recognize him.

  John stumbled backward. “Abominations!” he screamed. A look of disgust etched across his features.

  Dale still knelt in front of Austin as he kept his hands on his head. He slid Austin’s cock back into his tight leather pants.

  “Faggots!” John screamed. “You will burn in Hell for what you do!”

  Wanting to protect Dale from being outed, Austin stepped around Dale as he zipped up his pants. He hoped Dale would stay low and in what few shadows the Porta-Potties afforded.

  “Look, just leave us alone,” he said in an even tone, walking toward the larger man. “That’s all we want is to be left alone.”

  John took two steps backward, bumping into the simple sink at the entrance to the privies. “You’re an abomination! You will burn in Hell, faggot!”

  Austin sighed and continued toward the man. “Yeah, you already said that. Now why don’t you take your Bible and go find another privy to sit and read it in.” He was trying to remain calm for Dale’s sake. He hoped he might get John to just go away if he kept walking forward. Behind him, boots scuffled on rocks. Not wanting to look around, Austin hoped Dale wasn’t coming toward him.

  “You mock the word of God?”

  “Look, are you going to be the big macho Christian and beat the little faggot up, or are you going to go away so I can finish fucking the guy I was with when you so rudely interrupted us?” The sound of boots grew lighter, moving away from them. Austin had managed to back John out of the privies, and they now stood in the lane. Around them, lights were coming on in the apartments above shops, and more people came toward them from the party. He turned away from John and started moving toward the people coming their way.

  “God will see you in Hell, faggot!” John screamed again.

  Chipmunk was the first one on the scene. “Is there a problem?”

  “I just caught this faggot with another one in the privies!” John shouted, pointing at Austin.

  Chipmunk laughed. “Austin, couldn’t you find a better place than the privies for a quickie?”

  Austin shrugged as he stopped next to his friend and turned back to John. “Seemed like a good idea at the time.”

  “John, it’s the twenty-first century, not the fifteenth,” Catherine’s friend Jocelyn scolded, coming up on the other side of Chip. “Let two consenting adults do what they want, or did they not invite you?” “This is against the word of God!” John screamed.

  “John, wha
t’s the problem?” Dale appeared out of the darkness, running up the lane. Somewhere, he’d lost the leather vest, and sweat coated his chest.

  “I just caught this faggot having sex with another man.”

  “Is that a crime here in Colorado?”

  “It’s a crime in the eyes of God!”

  More people gathered around them. Several of them were drunkenly laughing at John.

  “John, you’re causing a scene,” Dale said, taking the man by the shoulders and trying to steer him away. “Let’s go back to your tent and get you calmed down.”

  “But that man’s an abomination!”

  “That may be, but God will sort it out, not you. Now come on, let’s get away from here before you’re the talk of the site tomorrow.” They started walking away.

  “Let get back to the party,” Chip said, gesturing everyone to turn and walk the other way.

  Austin wanted to go with Dale, but he knew he’d better go with the partygoers, at least for the moment.

  “You should know better,” Chipmunk said as they walked along. “In the privies, really, Austin, why not the showers next time?”

  “Hey, it wasn’t my idea.”

  Chipmunk dropped his voice. “Then warn Dale to be more careful.”

  Austin stopped in his tracks. “How did you know?”

  Chipmunk turned back and stepped closer. “Anybody who knows how to read body language knows what’s going on between you two. Don’t worry about me. I may be the biggest gossip out there, but you two are my friends. We don’t want other people acting like John the Butthead just did.”

  “Thanks, Chip, you’re good people.”

  The rest of the party crowd had disappeared around the bend, on their way back to the festivities.

  “You two are good people too. I don’t want anything to happen to either of you. It’s been a rough weekend, what with your ex starting shit, and now this. Go to your tent, get some sleep, and have a good week. If you need anything, you’ve got my number in your phone.”