Decamp, Pronto!

Rumour had it we were preparing for duty in southern Syria; it would be Judaea again, if guesses were right. So when, in the gloom of early morning, I heard voices rumbling and vehicles grumbling just outside my window it came as no big surprise. What made me sit up sharp was the whispered excitement of my boy, Rudio.

‘Sir,’ he breathed, ‘I’ve brought you water.’ 

I watched him as he added more light to the room. The softening glimmer of oil lamps and the taper he carried gave his pale skin and blond hair an inviting honeyed warmth. Above average in height, with a fine, smooth, budding muscular outline, Rudio was blossoming into the Adonis figure I had imagined when first I bought him. I leaned forward to catch the energy of his ice-tinted blue eyes while he set out towels and a hand bowl.

‘Precious boy,’ I teased him. Then turning on my side toward him, resting my head in my hand, I asked, ‘Why all this rush?’

‘But sir, you are wanted.’ Rudio’s face was tense though his voice remained calm. ‘Orders were left with the guards that all centurions are to report to headquarters by the end of the first hour of day. I wasn’t the first to hear it sir, but I was quicker than all the others at getting back with water for your wash and breakfast.’

I yawned myself upright and to the edge of the couch, then I listen to the noises outside. I wasn’t really in the mood to join in the bustle too soon. For the nearer that the cackle of laughter and the ready use of bad language came, the more it seemed to be miles away. It all seemed so at odds with the presence of the divine beauty currently before me. Rudio really was the greatest treat in my comfortably furnished bedroom.

As he passed near me I reached out to touch his lips, soft and pink like blossom. He wasn’t near enough, so I setteled for a rub at the side of his thigh. The tender blond hairs fell beneath my fingers as I eased up under his kneelength tunic; and a light touch of the darker hairs between his legs brought a rewarding shudder.

‘Sir,’ Rudio disapproved. ‘You must rise and be ready.’
‘Oh?’ I said with a chuckle. ‘Must I?’
‘You must!’ He insisted.
‘Why?’ 
‘Please,’ Rudio pleaded. ‘I can’t send you out to camp unprepared.’
‘Why?’
‘Really! Sometimes you drive me mad, sir.’ Rudio flamed chill at me with his piercing eyes. ‘This is our base camp, not a route march, and the general’s headquarters expects you prompt and pristine.’ He eased away from me to check on my parade armour. ‘It’ll do,’ he said. 

I felt Rudio undress me even before I had stood up to remove my night tunic. I tried to pretend I hadn’t noticed because his look was so constant that I had no choice but to see it.
‘Will you have a body-shave today, sir?’ he asked, faking disgust. ‘The back is one area you could get done at the baths.’
‘I thought you liked me big, dark and hairy, ready to beat ass.’ I replied.
‘I do,’ he agreed, sizing me up.

So I half-turned my back, as though to catch a glimpse of just how hairsuite it was. Rudio was just waiting for me to say something back to him. ‘You think it should all go?’
‘No,’ he frowned. ‘But perhaps you will be more comfortable on the march, if some of it goes.’ He laughed out loud as I aped for him, he laughed as though it were the funniest sight in the known world. And when he had brought forward the stand for my washing bowl and towels, he placed an owning bite on my shoulder.

Warm water splashing up at my face and chest, and Rudio trickling it across my back and buttocks was more than enough arousal this early in the day. What is more, Rudio knew it.
‘You like your precious?’ he enquired, feeling around my torso to tease my erection.
‘Like you need to ask, you pest.’

I turned round to face him, allowing him to rub his hands across the tight black waves of hair on my chest. As he eased in closer to me, I ran my hand between his tighs, opening his legs just enough for me to slide in my cock. Grasping my waist, he tensed on to me gently, pressing and releasing, while he ground his hips in a swaying curve. 

‘You’re good at this, boy, ‘ I whispered.
‘I have a great teacher,’ he mumbled with a mouthful nipple.

A rattle of metal from the sentry post at the entrance to my offices interrupted the flow, Rudio put his hands on my chest to break away from me. He presented me with a heavy towel to cover the excitement and a smaller one to dry my face. Still, there was a loving smile for me as a foot knocked at the bedroom door post.

‘Sir!’ Came the clashing salute as I told my lieutenant to enter.
My Optio, Agelastus, was aptly named by his parents: the one who doesn’t smile. A dark, shortish, round faced lad, he had all the personal charm of a narrow-lipped stoic. But in truth he was quite a character, more of a disappointed romantic at heart, fated always to fall in love with the wrong one - often the same one more than once.

‘The Primus Pilus wants a quick meeting before we go to the Principia.’ Agelastus told me, but his eyes followed Rudio around as he prepared my uniform.
‘Check that the men are ready,’ I ordered. He looked at me, then back at Rudio. ‘I know,’ I said, ‘that we drilled them to a fine point, still, I don’t want any slip ups.’
‘There won’t be, Centurion Lancianus,’ Agelastus muttered, eying Rudio even more intently.

‘What did you say?’ I demanded.
My lieutenant blushed and stumbled for words, he settled for, ‘We’re ready, sir.’
‘Well, bloody well make sure of it,’ I barked.
‘Sir!’ Agelastus lept to his smartest, noisiest salute, and left.
‘Stupid bitch,’ I moaned. 
Rudio shrugged and said,‘He’s all right.’ 
‘Has he been after you?’ I challenged him.

‘Are we showing signs of jealousy, there?’ Rudio ignored me as he picked and polished at an imaginery smudge on my boots.
I looked at Rudio’s sweet firm ass, and thought of all the times I’d had him. I remembered the way he could drive me mad with his soft lips enveloping my foreskin, the special way he forced his tongue between the generous fleshy sheath and the broad knob beneath. The way he could draw me to the edge of an explosive orgasm simply using his warm mouth, then draw me back while still sliding my dick slowly to the back of his throat. 

The more I thought about it, the harder my cock became. And the more I looked at him busy with preparing me for parade, the harder it was to bare the thought of someone else with him. I raised my hand to grab him, to draw him away from his work and to pay attention to me.

He turned to me before I could get hold of him, he smiled and gave me those chilling blue Rheinish eyes and asked innocently, ‘What?’
‘What?’ I said, unsure how to tighten my feelings into words. ‘What about Agelastus,’ I said, ‘that’s what!’
‘Like I said, he’s all right. A bit dim, perhaps,’ Rudio shrugged again.
‘That is not what I mean, and you know it!’
‘OK then, what do you want? Spit it out!’
‘Is he coming on to you?’ I insisted. ‘Are you playing him on,’ I spat with venomous rage.

Rudio’s hands fell to his side, clenched in fists, and his eyelids narrowed as his whole body seemed to tighten with an anger that was ready to explode. A murderous ferocity filled his youthful body, showing he was man, full grown, not a mere boy. For although he was beside my sword, and could easily have drawn it and attacked me, defenceless as I was, he merely nodded.

‘So,’ he said, with obvious self-control, ‘that is what you want to think of me?’
‘No, I do want to think it, but what was all the eyeballing from Agelastus?’
‘Like you don’t know,’ Rudio mocked me.
‘No I don’t, so no games,’ I told him as I drew nearer to loom over him.
‘You mean you really don’t know?’ Rudio laughed, not mocking this time but amused.
‘What?’

Rudio placed his hands to my chest and leaned back a little. ‘He fancies you.’
‘Him?’ I erupted. ‘But he couldn’t!’
‘He does. And he is envious me me, and the closeness we share,’ Rudio assured me.
‘But what about his latest fiancee, does she know?’
‘Ex-latest fiancee, sorry to say.’ 

I put my arms around Rudio’s waist and forced him to cuddle close to me. But before I could pin him against the wall and demand a kiss, he undid the towel at my waist, letting to fall to the ground slowly, sensuously. My cock was hard as rock and throbbing fit to burst. I pressed tight against him, levering him up to a small cupboard, I put a hand behind his neck and lost my lips in a deep mouth-on-mouth embrace. 

Rudio needed no encouragement. He took hold of my balls, pressing them together gently as we kissed. And raising one leg up slightly, he guided my dick under his ballsack with his free hand, then placed both his hands on my buttocks, stimulating me to rub-hump him.

I made a cup under his asscrack with one of my hands, feeling the softness of his flesh and the roughness of his tunic slide across my shaft with each full length stroke. Closing my eyes, I gave in to the soft groans that arose in my throat.

As if he read my mind, Rudio slid away from me and sunk to his knees. He planted kisses across my chest and groin and legs as he went.
‘Lovely!’ He held my cock in both hands and kissed it too. ‘Hard,’ he said pressing his lips to the shaft, ‘heavy,’ he licked my balls, ‘thick,’ he murmered at the knobhead, ‘and slightly salty,’ he said, looking up at me, as he tasted around the foreskin. 

‘Please!’ I begged as I bent at the knees, eager to feel his mouth take me.
‘Just perfect,’ he sighed, then swollowed me patiently to the base of my shaft. A quick but momentary gagging sound came from him as he tried to twist his throat around my thick knob, it impelled him to pull back from the movement, but only to launch swiftly on it again.

‘I want to cum, baby,’ I whispered, ‘just do my knob like you do.’
Without a word Rudio was on my foreskin, nibbling, chewing, teasing. And with his own special skill and pleasure he tongue-fucked my knob. Two hands holding the dick shaft, rubbing it hard, his head worked a frenzied magic.

Loud gasps of pleasure escaped as I shuddered and my knees gave way to the joy of release. ‘Fuck,’ I cried, ‘it’s going to blow.’ 
Rudio increased his drive. Little whimpers of enjoyment came from him, making me rock with desire, the spurts of seed erupting into his mouth. Some of the load went across his face and over his tunic, but he held firmly on to my dick, determined to drain every last drop.’

I put out one hand against the wall to try and regain some balnce, and brushed his hair with the other while drawing back my breath.

‘Great!’ Rudio said licking his lips and giving my thighs a solid hug. ‘I don’t like to say this,’ he said as he playfully nibbled on my balls, ‘but you’d best get ready, sir.’
‘Yes,’ I agreed. ‘We’d better get ready to decamp, pronto!’