Wayne Mansfield

One day fate decides to smile on Brennus. He’s hunting in the woods when he is almost seen by a group of Roman soldiers returning to their encampment. He hides until they pass, then decides to bathe in the nearby stream. Naked, he finds a mossy rock on which to lie while the sun dries and warms him. It isn’t long before his instincts tell him he isn’t alone. He discovers a soldier watching him and leaps to his feet, ready to fight. But fighting is the last thing Cyprian, the handsome Roman soldier, has on his mind. Over time the men become lovers, finding happiness in a world gone mad. They agree to meet regularly and for a time, they do. Until one day Brennus is captured by the Romans. Where is Cyprian? Didn’t he see his handsome soldier as he was being led into the encampment? Or will he ultimately be betrayed?

His Pagan Love

Yet something more substantial soon replaced the tongue, and when Cyprian pushed his engorged cock into Brennus, the pleasure was multiplied tenfold.


“Yes,” he cried, pulling his legs further back so Cyprian could go deeper.


Herne had done the same thing to him all those seasons ago. He’d pushed inside Brennus, penetrating him completely, though Herne’s cock had not the size of Cyprian’s, nor the girth. The slight burn around his anus, uncomfortable at first, grew to become a pleasure, considerably adding to the experience.


Cyprian leaned forward and, once his lips were back on Brennus’s, he began to thrust, gently at first, then more vigorously. Bursts of hot breath filled Brennus’s mouth as Cyprian worked towards climax; the man’s snorts and grunts filling his ears. It wasn’t long before droplets of sweat from Cyprian’s brow were breaking upon Brennus’s face, and he was able to find pleasure in their tiny kisses.


Chapter 5