Little John

"My bladder yells at me." He stumbled a bit. "So do my feet, it seems."
"Do you require my help?" Robin asked.
John belched loudly. His hand rose sluggishly to cover his belly. "I have taken too much. I feel..."
"Perhaps a swim in the cold water will revive you?" Robin asked eagerly. He laughed gaily. "I will protect you from the creatures that inhabit the river, if you fear them."
"I fear nothing and no man!" John growled and then proceeded to hold his head and groan. "It is possible your presence by my side would not be amiss. I do not feel well. If I sink..."
"I will go with you for I would not have you vanish beneath the surface of that water and depart on me." Robin went to him, took firm hold of the massive arm. "Come, Little John." At the water's edge, when John showed every sign of simply going into the dark depths with all his clothing on, Robin stopped him. "Nay. You'll need something to sleep in; take them off."
"Off?" John rubbed a huge hand over his hairy face. "I am more muddled than I thought. Your wine held spirits within it. They have claimed my brains."
Robin laughed. "Nay, it was simply very good wine. Let me help you." He removed the outer clothing without trouble but when he touched the underdrawers, John halted the more than willing hands. "It grows cold at night in the forest. You cannot sleep in wet clothing."
"I do not..."
"I also will remove mine. I do not enjoy sleeping in damp cloth." Robin stripped without embarrassment. 
John tried not to notice the firm, young, solid body, the gentle swinging of the man's shaft between well muscled thighs. "I have a great need to relieve myself." He turned abruptly around, reached inside the slit of his undergarments and fumbled around, but suddenly stopped and said harshly, "If you laugh at me..."
"I will not make fun of you, " Robin said solemnly as he soothed a path up and down the nude expanse of chest. His fingers touched the tiny buds that waited patiently there, and lingered, caressing, arousing. They hardened immediately. 

John pulled back. "I am not a female to be touched in that manner."
"Did it hurt you?" Robin asked in a casual voice.
"No."
"Did you dislike it?"
The answer was slower in coming, but John finally admitted. "No."
"Should I stop?"
"I need to pee, " the giant said and belched again. "I cannot pee when my mind is on your hand."
"Relieve yourself and then we will go down into the water and bathe some of the wine from your senses." John tugged his shaft from the dirty white clothes and proceeded to relieve himself against a bush. When he realized Robin was not going to laugh or make a comment on the size of his manhood, he allowed him to strip his drawers from his body. "Come, Little John." When they were in the water, Robin began the slow caress of the wet, naked flesh. "Shall I stop, John of Little?"
"...No..."
"Do you like it?"
"It makes me feel strange, this touching of yours."
"In what way?" His hand inched lower.
"It makes my manhood hum."
"Only hum?" Robin's hand slipped lower and found the mat of hair that grew above the other man's genitals.
"I do not think your hand should go any lower."
"Does it hurt?"
"No, but..."
"Do you like it?"
"Yes, but, Father Ambroise said...he said..." John groaned when Robin's hand touched his shaft. The blond man cupped the organ, held it for a moment. He began to move up and down, gripping, gentling, only to repeat those motions over and over. John closed his eyes, clutched Robin's shoulders. "He said...he said... Oh, God! My body yells!"
"Does it yell, stop?" Robin asked softly, in delighted smugness.
"No!"
"Should I stop?"
"No! I burn!"
"Then let me cool you of, Little John, though you are larger than before, and I doubt you'll even be staying that size for much longer." Robin led the other man back up onto the bank and then knelt before him.
"I do not think this is right; Father Ambroise..." His words strangled in his throat as the blond took the hardening shaft into the mouth. 
Right before John came, Robin said, "Look at your body, Little John." The other man obeyed and his eyes grew in wonder. "Not John of Little Length now, now are you?"
"Robin!" Any further words were cut off when the other man took him back into his mouth and no further words were possible. The keening cry that emitted from John's mouth when he came moments later, rang through the forest. The huge body collapsed onto Robin, sending the smaller man back into the muddy edge of the river.

Laughing, Robin pushed at the big shoulders. "You must not fall asleep here, John! Little John!" He shook the bigger man, rousing him. "Come back to the camp, lie down next to me."
"Robin!" His tone was one of love and devotion, awe, admiration.
"Think you can perform the same miracle on me?" He took the massive hand and moved it downward to the throbbing, enlarged organ that waited quite impatiently to be noticed. The enthusiasm the other man showed for giving back the gift Robin had given him, soon had Robin thrusting into the welcoming mouth, and then coming within minutes.

John took the younger man into his arms, held him tightly. He soothed the tostled hair, patted the sweating back. "Perhaps we should dress?" Even then, his tone was one of devotion and admiration.
"We should go back to camp. It grows chilly." He shivered. They dressed and returned to an empty camp.
"The others? Do they resent my presence so much? Should I leave, Robin?"
"I told them to stay away tonight. Will you sleep beside me?"
"That is what Much meant!" Robin nodded. "And when he said I would squish you?"
"You were very heavy when you landed on me, " the hooded man said as he rubbed his sore shoulders.
John began to massage the slim, solid body. "Did I hurt you?" he asked in concern.
"No, not really." He held his breath as the touching changed from one of solicitation to one of rekindling desire.
"What did the boy mean when he said I might get caught inside... he did not finish the sentence. Do you know what he was going to say?"
"Aye."
"Well?" John prodded when Robin did not say anything else. "What did he mean?" 
"Something that would never happen." He rubbed the bulge between the giant's thighs. "You stir again, Little John. Let us undress and take care of it." Robin stepped away, undressed, and then lay down on the pallet of leaves that was his bed. "John?" He touched his own organ. "See? Mine has roused as well. Come, undress and lie down beside me." John did. "Kiss me, taste my lips and my breath." He pulled the hairy head to his own and proceeded to instruct him in that fine art as well.

In no time, John was swollen, aching with the need for completion. Yet, instead of taking him into his mouth, Robin rubbed cold grease over his aching shaft. "Are you going to eat me?"
"Not with my mouth." Robin knelt on his hands and knees, his backside toward John. He adjusted his legs and said, "Enter me."
"Where?"
Robin reached around and touched his own anus. "Here."
"There?!"
"Here."
"I will not fit in there! I will get caught! That is what Much meant! And I think he was right."
"You will not get caught!" Robin said harshly, in frustration.
" you are too small. I will hurt you." Still, his hands caressed the white rump. He kneaded the flesh, his mouth watering, his manhood growing even harder.
"Treat me as though I were an egg, as though I would break if you become too rough."
"I do not think I want to do this, Robin. Let me wipe the grease from my..."
"No! I burn as you did in the river. You can enter me. I will stretch but you must go slow at first. Come, Little John, I thought you said you were afraid of nothing and no one." His voice showed his sexual frustrations. That was enough. John positioned himself between the white buttocks and probed for entrance. When he was too slow, too unsure, Robin backed onto him. In only a matter of seconds, John was encased in the warm tightness that was Robin. 

"I am no longer an egg, John. You must move within me." Robin showed him what he meant by making small movements with his own body. John caught on. He began thrusting. "Harder!" Robin screamed. "Hard! Do it hard!" 
The whole experience was so new to John, that he came immediately. He lost control of his body and fell, flattening Robin into the ground, slipping out as his body took on a new position. Laughing, the blond struggled to free himself. "Don't fall asleep on me."
"Nay." John turned the blonde man over. "Did I harm you?"
"No. See how much I liked it?" He touched his limp shaft. "I came when you did." He caressed the concerned face. "Will you stay with us?"
"Yes."
"Let us dress again and lie down. The sun arrives early in the forest."
Half asleep, moments later, John asked, "Do you share yourself like this with the others?"
"Yes."
"Then that is why the one you called Will dislikes me so. He loves you, Robin."
"And I love him, but he knows I do not belong to just him."
"And you do not belong to just me?"
"I am a free man. Does this bother you?" He rose on his elbow, stared down in the night shadowed face, his own blond hair like a halo in the moonlight.
"No, though if I let myself, I could become jealous, for I love you too, Robin of the Hood." He ran his hand through the golden masses.
"Then love me enough to let me be myself."
"I do, and I will." He pulled the man over onto him, held him tightly. "When you call me Little John, I will remember when I was not quite so little." 
Laughing, Robin kissed him, darting his tongue in to taste the special essence that was John alone, and then he settled down against the large body, cradled in those welcoming, warm arms. They closed their eyes and soon slept.